Chapter 717: Chapter 717

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Armand closed his eyes and suppressed the depression in his heart, “Grandma, can we change the subject?”

Elizabeth was unhappy, “Why do I have to change the subject? This is the only hope for the rest of my life, when can you fulfill my wish?” Armand leaned against Elizabeth’s legs and was silent.

He didn’t want to tell Elizabeth that he had reconciled and started over with Theresa, but the state of Theresa’s health?

If Elizabeth knew, she’d surely nag him in front of Theresa for loving her great-grandson, Theresa would be mentally overwhelmed.

It wasn’t easy for him to reconcile and start over with Theresa, what was he to do if she ran away because Elizabeth wanted a great-grandchild?

Elizabeth hated that Armand didn’t say anything, she patted him on the back and said, “Why don’t you talk, do you want to make me angry?”

Armand buried his face in the blanket and said, “Grandmother, I beg you, just take care of having a grandchild. As for the great-grandchild, it’s my problem and has nothing to do with you…please don’t worry about it anymore, okay?”.

Elizabeth was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

Armand acted like a fool and didn’t raise his face, Elizabeth pulled his hair and said, “Speak plainly.”

“Ow, it hurts.” Armand frowned, “You are so cruel, am I your real grandson?”.

“What do you think, wouldn’t I have thrown you out long ago if you weren’t?

Speak now, what did you mean by that?”. Elizabeth continued to pull his hair.

Armand’s face looked bitter, “Who are you telling me to have a child with?”

“Theresa doesn’t want to go back with you, so you have to find someone else.” Elizabeth felt sorry for Theresa deep down, but she couldn’t let the Bernie family end up in Armand’s generation.

She had old-fashioned thoughts, she just wanted to see Armand get married and have children while she was still alive, otherwise she would be embarrassed when she met her mate in the afterlife.

Armand took Elizabeth’s hands, “Grandma, I only like Theresa, I don’t want others…”

“So, if she won’t forgive you, do you plan on never marrying in your lifetime?”. Elizabeth glared at him, as long as Armand said “yes”, she could beat him until he was willing to marry.

“As long as I try my best, I can still get Theresa back, give me time and don’t force me.”

“I want to give you time too, but God won’t give me time, how many more days can I stay alive?” Elizabeth was well aware that she was old, she was even paralyzed, how many more days could she stay alive?

“Armand, I don’t expect anything more from you, they said a man should be able to fend for himself at thirty, you don’t even have a family, how are you going to fend for yourself?” Elizabeth sincerely wished, “Whatever happens, you must let me see my great-grandson born while he is still alive.”

Armand felt like his brain was going to explode, hearing Elizabeth mention great-grandchild, his feelings were inexplicable.

Pain?

Pain could not describe his feelings at that moment.

“The doctor has told you to get plenty of rest, listen to him, take good care of your health, only with good health will you get to see me married and have children, isn’t that right?”.

Indeed, Isabel was old, so her energy was not as good as before.

Armand stood there, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang, he slowly got up, walked out of the room and took out his phone… Theresa’s number was displayed on the screen, he pressed the “accept call” button, and put it next to his ear, “Theresa”.

Theresa had just finished with her work and was concerned about Elizabeth’s situation, so she called her and asked.

“She’s fine, don’t worry, she’s in the hospital now, the doctor checked her out and said it’s no big deal.” Armand stood in front of the window as he glanced outside, “Theresa.”

“Hm?”

Armand wanted to say a lot of things to her, but couldn’t say anything at all.

As if Theresa had sensed that he was somber not to ask more, he didn’t hang up either as he listened to her breathing.

After a while, Armand said, “Are you busy?”

“I just fired a client.” Theresa sat down in front of the desk and asked, “Did something happen to you?”

Armand said, “I miss you.”

Theresa scratched the edge of the desk as she lowered her gaze, “Armand, when can you be more serious?”

“I’m not serious?” asked Armand.

“What do you think?”

“Don’t tell me, if I hide the fact that I clearly miss you, that’s called seriousness?” Armand thought it wasn’t worth doing, “That’s false seriousness, I’m a man of honor, I’ll say what I think deep down, I’m an honest person, aren’t I, Theresa?”

“Go away!”

Armand smiled, “Where should I go, to your house?”

Theresa said, “Don’t keep coming back, take good care of Grandma.”

Armand blamed himself more and more, what good would it be if the above didn’t happen? By then they would have children and a happy family.

But…

In this world there was no “if” or “medicine” for regrets.

He was to blame for causing the scene that day.

“Theresa, I will definitely treat you right, no matter what happens, I won’t let you go again.”

Theresa was sensitive, hearing Armand’s words, she could guess what had happened, but she didn’t say it directly to Armand.

She said seriously, “Armand, I don’t want you to suffer too much, tell me if you are too tired, I won’t blame you.”

“What are you talking about?” Armand snapped angrily, “Don’t overthink it.”

Theresa looked dazedly at the window, “I haven’t over thought it, take good care of yourself.”

Armand said yes, “I’m afraid I can’t visit you these days, Grandma must be under observation at the hospital, I must stay at the hospital and take care of her.”

“I know, you don’t need to come all the time, just take care of Grandma like gold,” Theresa said.

Armand softly said yes.

The customers arrived at the store after that, Theresa hung up the call and greeted the customer, as she was discussing the design with the customer, Oscar walked in with to-go boxes.

Theresa was busy, he didn’t come over to bother her, he just sat next to her and watched her work.

He only spoke when Theresa finished her work, “You haven’t had dinner, have you?”.

Theresa put down the tablet, sat down, saw the take-out boxes on the desk, and asked, “Did you buy this for me?”

Oscar nodded, “Lamb stew.” Theresa was speechless.

“I don’t eat that.” She couldn’t stand the smell of lamb.

“Try one.” Oscar was pretty sure he would like it.

Theresa was still refusing, “I don’t want to.”

“Try it.” Oscar opened the box, put on a disposable glove, took a piece and handed it to her, “Smell it, does it smell?”.

Theresa tried to smell it, there was no smell of lamb.

Oscar held it up to her mouth, “Take a bite.”

Theresa tried a little bite, there really was no smell of lamb and it was a nice piece of meat.

Oscar smiled, “I didn’t lie to you, did I? Put on your gloves, here’s a straw you can suck the marrow out of the bones.”

Theresa smiled, picked up the glove and put it on while saying, “Why are you being so nice to me?”.

“You call me uncle, shouldn’t I love you like a niece?”. Oscar leaned back in the chair as he gave Theresa a look.

“Uncle, have you eaten?” Theresa looked up.

Oscar said, “Yes, I have.”

After saying that, he got up and poured a glass of water for Theresa.

“Dude, seriously, your fashion sense is really bad.” Every time she saw Oscar’s flashy clothes, she couldn’t help but ridicule him.

Oscar thought his clothes were great: “There are a lot of ladies who like me.”

“Then the ladies who like you must be blind.” Theresa said that harshly.

“Oh, I love you for nothing.” Oscar was so angry he laughed, “From now on, I’m not buying you food.”

Theresa immediately admitted her guilt, “Older people always forgive unintentionally offensive words from young people.”

“Way to go,” Oscar said.

He said one sentence and she responded with another, the time passed so quickly as they talked and laughed, they closed the store, Oscar felt it wasn’t safe for a woman alone so he took the initiative to send her home.

The second day in B-Town, Boyce went to the office to work in the morning, but Mrs. Miller blocked his entrance.

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