Vivian Mond pushed open the car door to get out, Angelo immediately jogged over to help her hold the umbre, and handed a red knitted scarf, “It’s cold, put the scarf on.”


    Angelo is slim, wearing a long ck waist-length tweed coat, with short ck hair over her ears, which makes her face white and rosy.


    Her personality is already cold, and wearing gold-rimmed sses, not only does not have the intellectual gentleness of women, but also has a kind of creamy handsome.


    “Thanks.”


    Vivian Mond nced at Angelo with some surprise and took the scarf and put it on her neck.


    “Don’t thank me. Trent stone told me to do it.” She said.


    Vivian Mond didn’t pay any more attention, instead, she took the umbre from Angelo and quickly walked into the old house.


    She crossed the front yard, crossed the small artificial bridge in the vi, and reached the backyard.


    Before she could even enter, she heard an angry voice from the courtyard, “What are you all doing standing here? I want to see Morris, get that boy over here.”


    It was Madame Cheal’s voice.


    She walked to the door of the courtyard, her step was stopped, looking down at the snow on the ground, her heart, as if covered with ice and snow as cold as the bone.


    She collected her umbre, handed it to Angelo, clenched her pink fist nervously, and walked into the courtyard.


    “Grandma?”


    The sadness on her face disappeared in an instant and was reced by a sweet smile.


    When she saw the olddy holding her cane and pointing at some of the house servants in the courtyard, Vivian Mond exchanged nces with Belle beside Madame Cheal.


    Belle shook her head helplessly, her face inexhaustible with heartache.


    “Grandma, what are you doing? I told you, Morris is away on a business trip, why are you always talking about him?”


    Vivian Mond walked up to Madame Cheal, took her hand affectionately and said, “Don’t you miss me?”


    “You? Who are you?”


    Madame Cheal already had Alzheimer’s disease, which had been controlled by medication, but the disappearance of Morris Cheal had hit her so hard that her condition was aggravated at once, and she didn’t even recognize Vivian Mond when she had the attack.


    “I’m Morris’ wife, your granddaughter-inw.”


    She forced a smile and took Madame Cheal’s hand and put it on her belly, “This is your grandson, look, he’s so big.”


    “Oh, really?”


    Madame Cheal’s face faded with anger and she said with a smile, “Morris has a son.”


    Seeing that Madame Cheal’s mood had eased, Belle immediately waved her hand to the housekeepers in the courtyard, instructing them to hurry out.


    But at that moment, Madame Cheal frowned, “I want to see Morris, you call that boy, tell him toe back,e back quickly …”


    Vivian Mond: “…”


    The Madame Cheal of yesteryear was dignified and dignified, and now Vivian Mond’s heart ached to see her demented appearance.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Grandma, Morris he …”


    She was persuading, when a person came into the courtyard, “What’s wrong?”


    “Ouch, Morris? Hahahahahaha … Morris, you dead boy is finally back, grandma has missed you.”


    Madame Cheal, as soon as she shook off Vivian Mond’s hand, walked up to the man, took his hand and looked him up and down, “You work every day, but you don’t know how long you’ve been gone, howe you’ve lost weight again, and you look older?”


    Vivian Mond saw the person who walked in, his face was tinted with anger, and he subconsciously nced at Belle and fell silent.


    Mike Cheal smiled coldly and raised his eyes to look at Vivian Mond, his eyebrows were full ofcency.


    He took Madame Cheal’s hand, “Well, it’s not like I came back to see you. I’m not here, so you’re not listening again, are you?”


    Mike Cheal and Morris Cheal have some simrities between their eyebrows, Madame Cheal overly misses Morris Cheal, so she takes Mike Cheal as Morris Cheal, and is happy to see him back, like a child.