chapter 1295


    "I’m sorry, Grandma. This is my fault, but I didn’t have a choice. I genuinely treated you as-" "Go away!"


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    All out of patience and with no intention to talk, Grandma Granger tossed Chris aside. His small frame


    fell backward as he rammed against the cold, hard floor. 1


    Grandma Granger jolted. She did not mean to use that much force...


    She pitied him, but as she recalled what he had done, she pushed it to the back of her head and


    insisted to pull Guy away.


    Chris sat up from the ground and hugged her leg as he pitiably whimpered," Grandma, before you


    leave, hear me out, okay? Daddy took me, an infant all green and blue, from the morgue. Everyone


    thought I was a dead baby, but Daddy found out that I was still breathing. I was lucky I survived, but


    surviving still made me suffocated. I''ve seen how other kids have their mothers from a young age, and


    they so happily get to hug them. Me?


    Grandma and Grandpa hate me, nobody likes me, and everyone calls me a '' wild breed''!"


    As tears brimmed in his eyes, Chris sobbed, "All these years, Mommy Charmine was the only one who


    truly liked me and treated me well, and that is why I never want to see her suffering. She''s my only


    Mommy-I don’t want her in pain!" 1


    His tears free-fell as he finished.


    Grandma Granger''s cold heart was moved.


    Chris was so pitiable since he was a child?


    Charmine, after having heard everything, turned to Chris with ache-filled eyes.


    Chris endured so much heartache, yet not only did she fail to protect him, but she even made him


    worry...


    Chris sniffed with his reddened nose and continued, ‘Yes, I''m guilty of lying to you, Grandma, and I’ve


    been repenting and living in guilt...but I don’t have a choice. I can''t lose my Mommy, I don''t have a


    choice... When you''re not around in the past few days, I went to repent at the temple and prayed for


    your health."


    As he spoke, his pudgy hands took out a silver packet and a drawing. He gave them to Grandma


    Granger. "Grandma, this is a packet for your good health; it''ll keep you safe. There is jade in it, and I


    picked it for you," he said as he showed her the jade, and inscribed on it was Grandma Granger''s


    name, birth date, and ''stay safe’.


    The small jade stone was difficult to carve. Coincidentally, his small hands looked worn out.


    Grandma Granger instinctively thought of how he carved it all with his tiny hands, how he bled, and her


    heart softened.


    Chris said, "Although in the beginning, I got close to you to lie to you, I genuinely grew to miss you.


    You''re way more friendlier than my Grandma. When you''re not around these days, I drew you a


    painting."


    Luke next handed her an oil painting with vibrant colors. It looked real and showed a lot of effort.


    Grandma Granger was inwardly moved, and her nose became sour.


    After she hesitated for a few seconds, she reached out to ept it.


    Chris sniffed his reddened nose and muttered, "Grandma, you can me me. You may hit me and yell


    at me, but please save my Mommy, okay? I don''t want to lose my Mommy, and I don''t want to be a


    Mommy-less wild breed..."


    Grandma Granger saw how pitiable he was and thought of the things he did for her. With her


    heartstrings tugged, she helped him up to his feet.


    His feelings for her, regardless of what he did, were true, at least.


    "Okay,” she finally responded, much to everyone''s shock.


    Even Chris was shocked.


    Grandma Granger agreed? She forgave him?