Chapter 66 Granddaughter -inw


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I got up early. The door of the guest room was closed, so I guessed that Charles had not gotten up


    yet.


    I took some bread and eggs out of the fridge and made breakfast for us. After finishing my meal, I


    left Charles''s on the table.


    Charles''s apartment was located in the heart of the business district, surrounded by skyscrapers


    and many establishments. The location of his home was ideal. The only disadvantage was the


    traffic jam. I had to leave his ce early if I wanted to make it to work on time.


    As soon as I arrived at the office, I was as busy as a bee. I was thankful for all the work because it


    allowed me to forget about Charles.


    At noon, Abner walked up to me and handed me a cup of coffee.


    "I have good news, Scarlett. Thepany will choose two employees to send abroad to study. If


    you''re interested, I can talk you up."


    "Really? Buthowlongwilllbe away if I''m picked?" "A year." Abner paused and then continued, "This is


    an amazing opportunity. You could learn many things that would help advance your career. I really


    hope you seize it."


    I was a little hesitant. A lot could change in a year.


    "I''ll think about it and give you an answer as soon as possible."


    "I suppose Charles is the main reason for your hesitation." Once again, Abner hit the nail on the


    head.


    I averted my gaze and took a sip of my coffee. "No, I''m just worried about my family."


    "Onlookers see more clearly. I know you''re indecisive because you can''t let go of some things, but I


    sincerely hope that this time around, you''ll put yourself first." After that, Abner left.


    Abner was a very rational man. And he was right. When it came to Charles, I still deceived myself.


    As soon as Abner left, Linda walked over to me. She took my hand, pulled me into an empty


    meeting room, and shut the door.


    "What happened to Charles and Rita''s fatherst night?" she asked curiously.


    I thought for a while and then told her that I did not know. There was no need to exin that matter


    to outsiders. It was simply one of the things that were better left unsaid.


    Linda seemed a little disappointed that she could not get the information she wanted, so she


    changed the subject. "What about you and Charles? Are you two really together?


    "Charles and I..."


    "You know what, forget it. It doesn''t matter. Mr. Valdez regrets the advances he made toward you.


    He said that if he had known that you and Charles were a thing, he wouldn''t have made a move on


    you. He wants to apologize to you." Linda waved her hand and continued, "Well, let''s just let


    bygones be bygones. I don''t want to hold onto what happenedst night anymore. I''m sorry for the


    trouble I have caused you."


    I was stunned. I did not expect the course our conversation took. To some extent, Charles had


    helped me solve the problem. Because of him, I did not need to wine and dine with the business


    partners anymore to get a sponsorship.


    I smiled at Linda. I understood her helplessness.


    After leaving the meeting room, I went to the studio.


    After the show, one of my colleagues told me that an olddy was waiting for me in the reception


    room. The olddy said that she wanted to see her granddaughter-inw. I immediately realized


    that it was Christine.


    I thanked my colleague before rushing to the reception room with my phone in my hand.


    As soon as I arrived there, Christine''s heartyughter filled my ears. She was sitting there


    surrounded by many of the station''s staff who were serving her some tea and snacks. Everyone


    around the office was hospitable, and Christine was a ray of sunshine that drew people.


    I politely dispersed the crowd, closed the door of the reception room, and sat beside Christine.


    "What are you doing here, Grandma?"


    She smiled and gently patted me on the hand. "I''m here to tell everyone that you''re Charles''s wife. I


    don''t want to see you get bullied again."


    I choked on my words for a bit. I did not want to blurt them out in a way that would hurt one of the


    most important women in my life. "I


    appreciate your concern, Grandma, but I can take care of myself. Besides, Charles and I are getting


    divorced soon."


    "But you haven''t yet. You''re still my granddaughter-inw. And even if you and Charles get


    divorced, I still won''t allow anyone to give you a hard time," Christine replied with conviction.


    I felt moved and helpless at the same time. "Grandma, I may no longer be your granddaughter-in-


    law soon, but I will always be your granddaughter, right?"


    "I suppose we''ll always be family. A marriage certificate can''t change that." Christine shed me a


    perfunctory smile.


    I took her hands in mine and squeezed them. "Thank you, Grandma. I think the divorce will be good


    for me and for Charles, but no matter what happens between us, I will always be your


    granddaughter."


    "All right, my dear." Christine smiled back at me and squeezed my hands as well. Then, she cocked


    her head to the side and asked, "Do you really only have familial affection for Charles? I remember


    when you told him you wanted him to be your brother. He pouted so much that I thought he was


    going to break his face."


    Thinking of Charles''s boyish, angry look, Christine and I burst intoughter. Only the members of


    the Moore family and the people closest to them knew of Charles''s childish side.


    "I just want to focus on my career now, Grandma. I don''t want to think about other things for the


    time being."


    "Your career will only affect your marriage and rtionships if you let it."


    I kept silent for a few seconds and then said softly, "We want to divorce not only because of


    personal reasons but also because of Rita."


    "That damn woman! She really is desperate to marry into the Moore family! Well, she can forget it!"


    Christine always got angry every time Rita was mentioned. She put down her teacup and put on a


    serious face.


    She was also a big shot in the business world during her prime. When she was serious, she exuded


    an intimidating aura.


    I immediatelyforted her, "I''m sure Charles will try his best to do right by our family. We just have


    to let him make his own decisions, and one of them is us getting a divorce. Please don''t tell


    everyone that I am your granddaughter-inw from now on. I don''t want the embarrassment when


    Charles and I finally finish the process."


    I looked into Christine''s eyes, hoping she would grant my small request.


    Slowly but surely, her eyes softened, and a sympathetic smile curled her lips. She leaned over and


    gave me a hug. "Okay, dear. I''ll take back what I said to everyone."


    Christine had always been a decisive person. As soon as she finished her words, she rose from her


    seat and walked toward the door, but I stopped her before she could reach for the doorknob. "You


    don''t need to exin anything to my colleagues now, Grandma. Just stop telling them about me


    being your granddaughter-inw.


    By the way, there''s a great coffee shop nearby. How about we go there? I have no work to do this


    afternoon. I can have coffee with you and go shopping with you if you like."


    Christine dly agreed to my suggestion.


    As we made our way out of the reception room, everyone turned to look at us with curiosity in their


    eyes.


    "Scarlett is not my granddaughter-inw. Stop staring at her. You''re making her self-conscious,"


    Christine blurted out without hesitation. She even turned around and winked at me like she was


    asking for some credit.


    I kept my gaze ahead and led her out of the station. As I expected, things got worse after she


    cleared things up about our rtionship.


    The coffee shop was not that far from the station.


    It was well-decorated, and it offered many different kinds of coffee. It was always filled with people


    because it was so weing and cozy. It was a great ce for both those who wanted to enjoy


    some time withpany and those who wanted some time alone with their thoughts.


    Christine and I sat there and enjoyed our cups of coffee. We talked like we had not seen each other


    in a long time. Finally, Christine nced at her watch and gasped, "Oh, my, look at the time. We''ve


    been talking forever. I have to get home now, dear. Your grandfather must already be looking for


    me. We''ll go shopping next time, okay?"


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    "Okay, Grandma. Let''s take a rain check for now."


    "Good girl. The coffee here is really good. I''ll bring a cup home to your grandfather." Christine


    nodded and called the waiter over.


    Hearing her mention Michael, I could not help sighing, "You and Grandpa really love each other so


    much, don''t you?"


    She teased me with a smile, "You and Charles are perfectly capable of doing the same."


    As soon as she finished her words, Charles walked into the coffee shop. Speaking of the devil.


    "Why are you popping up wherever I am like a mushroom?" I could not help sniping at him. He had


    no business showing up here because this coffee shop was too far away from his office.


    Charles did not answer my question. Instead, he walked up to me.


    He was wearing his usual all-ck suit jacket, and heads turned toward him as he made his way to


    me. "Damn, why does he always have to look this good?" I cursed under my breath.


    He raised his eyebrows as if he heard what I just mumbled. Then, he leaned in and nted a soft


    kiss on my cheek. "I''ve missed you today, my dear wife. I swung by your office to pick you up, and


    one of your colleagues told me that you left a long time ago with a woman who referred to you as


    her granddaughter-inw. Hi, Grandma." "Would you keep your voice down?" I snapped at him in a


    low voice. When I heard the words "wife" and "granddaughter-inw", I felt my cheeks and ears


    burn. I had no doubt that I had just turned as red as a tomato.


    "What? Why should picking my wife up from work be a secret? Anyway, let''s give Grandma a ride


    home first," Charles replied as he held


    Christine''s arm.


    "Oh, no. I won''t be the third wheel here. I''ll ask the driver to pick me up," Christine beamed and


    shook her head.