Chapter 172


    Hansen was pacing in the garden below Ink Garden, wandering back and forth, feeling an


    unspeakable irritability in his heart. He was afraid to go in.


    In the current situation, Hansen must get the support of his grandma no matter what. He thought


    that Grandma had always liked Jenna so much, and she would definitely support him.


    As long as Grandma liked Jenna and insisted on her opinion, then Hansen would have the courage


    and excuse to reject Aria.


    It depended on whether he could put aside his ego.


    Before, in front of Grandma, Hansen had repeatedly stressed that he hated Jenna, didn''t like her,


    and insisted on a divorce. But now, he was begging his grandmother to say that she liked Jenna.


    Hansen would marry no one other than Jenna. He was a man, but he kept going back on his word.


    What happened?


    Hansen was walking back and forth. Even Christopher woke him up and reminded him to ask the


    olddy when he encountered something important. He really had encountered a very important


    thing now, and he was about to ask his grandmother for help. But because his grandmother had


    nned his marriage, he was actually very alienated from her and his heart was filled with guilt and


    anxiety.


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    Hansen kept pacing in the garden, embarrassed to go in, and he didn''t want to go back empty-


    handed.


    "Madam, Young Master has been wandering downstairs for a long time. Would you like to invite him


    in?" Meroy had seen Hansen approach, and saw that he was just walking downstairs and did not


    come up. The Young Master was egoistic. He was embarrassed toe in. Worried that the old


    lady''s darling grandson would be left out, she told Vivian about it immediately.


    But Vivian didn''t feel distressed when she heard it; instead, she spoke without any expression.


    "Don''t worry about him. Leave him alone. He has to take care of the troubles he made himself. We


    are big wealthy people and we can''t do such shameful things."


    Meroy had to stop talking.


    Hansen took out his cigarette and took a few puffs, and he finally made up his mind and walked


    upstairs.


    "Meroy, is Grandma asleep?" As soon as Hansen walked to the door of Grandma Richards''s


    bedroom and stood on the steps, he saw Meroy watering the flowers. He remembered that Meroy


    used to take advantage of her free time whenever Grandma was asleep to water the flowers that his


    grandmother liked, so Hansen asked softly.


    "Young Master, you''re here." Meroy raised her head and nced at Hansen, smiling cordially.


    "Come in and sit down. It''s cold outside."


    Hansen smiled as Meroy walked to the guest room inside. Meroy brewed some good tea for him,


    took out delicious treats, and said some homely things with a smile, but she never mentioned


    anything about the olddy. Hansen didn''t know what to do.


    "Young Master, try this. This is the gooseberry that I pickled myself. It is from the century-old tree in


    Ink Garden. It is good for the lungs and clears heat. It is very good," Meroy picked one with a


    toothpick and handed it to Hansen and said kindly.


    Hansen didn’t want to eat anything, but Meroy had already handed the gooseberry to him, so he


    had no choice but to say "thank you" and take it. He put it in his mouth, and took a bite. The


    expression on his face changed.


    What kind of fruit was this that it was so astringent and bitter? It was hard to swallow!


    However, Hansen was embarrassed to spit it out, so he had to swallow.


    "Master, don''t despise it because it doesn''t taste good. After a while, you won''t think so," Meroy saw


    his expression, pursed her lips, and said hurriedly. "This thing is generally not avable on the


    market. This tree was specially transnted from India by the olddy. It is very precious. Most


    people don''t like it at first, but they will gradually like itter."


    Sure enough, after a while, Hansen felt that his whole mouth was clear and sweet, and the feeling


    extended to his throat and then to his stomach. Hansen only then realized the benefits of the fruit.


    He couldn''t help but smile and praise it.


    "Meroy, Grandma..." After a while, Hansen couldn''t help it, so he had to ask.


    "Young Master, wait." Meroy just remembered, and walked to the bedroom inside. After a while, she


    walked out and whispered. "Young Master, the olddy just woke up. It''s time to read the


    newspaper. I told her about your arrival. She told you to just wait first. You know, the olddy has to


    read the newspaper at this time every day. Young Master, if you have nothing to do, just wait. If


    there is something urgent, you might as well go ahead ande back when you are done."


    Hansen heard this, so he smiled and said, "Meroy, let''s wait for her to finish reading the newspaper.


    I''m fine, so I''ll just wait."


    "Okay, Master, then you can stay here to drink some tea and eat something. I will call you when she


    finishes reading, as soon as possible." Meroy saw Hansen agree to wait. After she spoke, she took


    the newspaper and quietly walked in.


    Hansen was bored that he had to sit on the sofa so he ate two pieces of pickled gooseberry. Later,


    Hansen discovered that the gooseberry didn’t taste as astringency anymore; it tasted sweet. He


    actually fell in love with eating it.


    Before he knew it, he waited for two hours.


    Just when he felt impatient, he saw Meroye out with a smile and said to him, "Sorry, Young


    Master, for keeping you waiting for a long time. Today, the olddy was in a good mood, and she


    asked me to read more to her. Now the olddy invites you in."


    "It''s okay, it''s okay." Although Hansen felt miserable, he had to say that it was okay. He walked in


    and wondered since when he had to wait so patiently for other people, but this was his grandmother


    and she had to be respected.


    It was winter. The olddy was afraid of the cold so the floor was covered with woolen carpets.


    Hansen took off his shoes and walked in lightly.


    "Grandma." The olddy was lying halfway on the recliner chair, covered with a thick cashmere


    nket. Her face was ruddy, and she was in good spirits. Hearing Hansen''s voice, there was a


    loving smile on her face.


    "Hansen, you''re here to see me." She smiled kindly.


    "Grandma, I''ve been a bit busytely so I couldn''t visit you often. Please forgive me." Hansen


    squatted down in front of Grandma Richards, smiling, covering up his embarrassment.


    In recent years, the rtionship between him and his grandmother had not been as close as in


    previous years. He felt ashamed to even think about the reason.


    "You''re so excellent, so naturally you''re going to be busy. As long as you think about me often, I am


    satisfied," Grandma Richards said lovingly, still smiling.


    Hansen was even more ashamed now, and he smiled awkwardly.


    "Hansen, anything I can help with?" Grandma Richards asked with concern.


    Hansen raised his head and looked at Grandma''s concerned eyes. For a moment, he felt touched.


    He felt like he had returned to his childhood. No matter what he did wrong, Grandma would smile


    and say, "It''s okay. I trust my grandson."


    Hansen at that time would be confident and grateful to his grandma.


    But had he done something wrong now?


    Why did he feel the same as when he was young?


    "Grandma, I just want toe and see you. There is nothing wrong." Hansen didn''t know where to


    start, so he had no choice but to stop and hesitate. And then he said, "Grandma, Dad''s illness may


    get better. Jenna has arranged surgery overseas."


    When he mentioned Jenna, Hansen finally had a smile on his face. He was d that he was able to


    find a topic to talk about.


    Grandma Richards also nodded happily, but she stared at him and asked, "Hansen, did you let


    Jenna take care of your father''s surgery?"


    "Yes, Grandma." Hansen smiled gently.


    "Do you believe her now? I remember that you hated her very much, and held a grudge against me


    because of this." Grandma Richards was being frank without worrying about his ego.


    That question made Hansen ashamed. His face flushed, and he did not dare to face his grandma''s


    kind and sharp eyes.


    "Grandma, I was really confused at the time and didn''t see the truth of the facts clearly. I have to


    ask you to forgive me for this," Hansen lowered his head and said, embarrassed.


    Grandma Richards''s eyes were as calm as a millpond, and the kind smile on her face was gone.


    She had an expression that Hansen had never seen before; quiet, calm but also sad.


    She fell into silence for a long time.


    Hansen also felt a little uneasy. He raised his head and saw the pain in his grandma''s eyes. He was


    shocked and felt an unprecedented chill.


    "Hansen, do you have anything to say to me?" Grandma Richards''s voice sounded like it came from


    hell; deste, helpless, old, and even with a trace of tranquility. It was deep andsting, and the


    emotion hit Hansen’s heart. He looked at her anxiously, at Grandma’s face, and said seriously, "Yes,


    Grandma, I want to make it clear. The person I love is Jenna. Actually, I love only her. I didn''t listen


    to my heart clearly before. Now I know. I want to remarry her. It was my fault before. I wronged her


    and you, Grandma. I am asking you to forgive me. I have made up my mind to marry only her in this


    life."


    Hansen dered very solemnly and he thought Grandma would be happy. He thought that was


    something Grandma would be happy about.


    But he was wrong.


    After listening to his words, Grandma Richards didn''t show any joy on her face. It was even


    gloomier than at the beginning. Her eyes shed and her expression became heavier.


    There was an unprecedented depression in the air, and it was so depressing that Hansen felt


    difficult to breathe.


    He didn''t hear his Grandmother smile and say, "Hansen, just correct the mistake. I believe in my


    grandson."


    Instead, he heard the harsh words of Grandma Richards.


    "Hansen, do you have nothing to say to me except this?"


    Hansen became confused again. Looking at his grandma, he shook his head nkly.


    "Hansen, I''m asking you. What are you going to do about Aria?" Grandma Richards''s voice rang


    loudly, so that Hansen quickly recovered from the state of nkness.


    "No, Grandma. Aria has nothing to do with me. I have alreadypensated her. She doesn''t know


    how to cherish it and you agreed to let her live in Richards Manor. Three months have passed so


    she can leave now." He was flustered, even incoherent.