Chapter 717 Where Should I go?
Chapter 717 Where Should I go?
Armand closed his eyes and suppressed the depression in his heart, “Grandma, can we change the
topic?”
Elizabeth was unhappy, “Why do I have to change the topic? This is the only hope of the rest of my life,
when can you actually fulfill my wish?”
Armand leaned on Elizabeth's legs and kept silent.
He didn't want to tell Elizabeth that he had reconciled and started over with Theresa, but Theresa's
health condition...
If Elizabeth knew, she would definitely nag in front of Theresa about wanting her great-grandson,
Theresa would feel mentally burdened.
It wasn't easy for him to reconcile and start over with Theresa, what should he do if she ran away
because Elizabeth wanted a great-grandson?
Elizabeth hated how Armand didn't say anything, she patted his back and said, “Why don't you speak?
Do you want to make me angry?”
Armand buried his face in the blanket and said, “Grandma, I beg you, you just need to be in charge of
having a grandson. As for great-grandson, that's my problem and it has nothing to do with you... Please
don't worry about it anymore, okay?”
Elizabeth was surprised, “What do you mean?”
Armand acted dumb and didn't lift his face, Elizabeth tugged his hair and said, “Speak clearly.”
“Ouch, it hurts.” Armand frowned, “You're so cruel, am I your real grandson?”
“What do you think? Wouldn’t I throw you away long ago if you were not? Speak now, what did you
mean by that?” Elizabeth kept tugging his hair.
Armand's face looked bitter, “Who are you telling me to have a child with?”
“Theresa doesn't want to get back with you so you have to find a new one.” Elizabeth felt sorry for
Theresa at heart but she couldn't let the Bernie family end 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 feel ashamed when she met her partner in the afterlife.
Armand held Elizabeth's hands, “Grandma, I only like Theresa, I don't want others...”
“Then if she doesn't forgive you, are you planning to not get married for all your life?” Elizabeth glared
at him, as long as Armand said 'yes, she could hit him until he was willing to get married.
“As long as I try hard, I still can get Theresa back, give me some time and don't force me.”
“I also want to give you time, but God isn't giving 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 hope for anything else from you, they said that a man should be able to stand on his
own at the age of thirty, you don't even have a family, how will you stand on your own?” Elizabeth
sincerely wished, “No matter what, you must let me see my great-grandson born when I'm still alive.”
Armand felt like his brain was going to burst, hearing Elizabeth mentioning great-grandson, his feelings
were inexplicable.
Pain?
Pain couldn't describe his feelings at that time.
“The doctor told you to rest a lot, listen to him, take good care of your health, only with good health
you'll get to see me get married and have children, isn’t that so?”
Elizabeth was indeed old, so her energy was not as good as before.
Armand stayed there, the cellphone in his pocket suddenly buzzed, he slowly stood up, walked out the
ward, and took out his cellphone... Theresa's number was shown on the screen, he pressed the 'accept
call' button, and put it beside his ear, “Theresa.”
Theresa just finished with her work and she was worried about Elizabeth's situation, so she called and
asked him.
“It's fine, don't worry, she's at the hospital now, the doctor had checked and said that it's not a big deal.”
Armand stood in front of the window as he looked outside, “Theresa.”
“Hm?”
Armand wanted to say a lot of things to her but he couldn't say anything at all.
As if Theresa had sensed that he was gloomy so she didn't ask further, she didn't hang up either as
she listened to his breath.
After some time, Armand said, “Are you busy?”
“I just sent a customer away.” Theresa sat in front of the work desk and asked, “Did something happen
to you?”
Armand said, “I miss you.”
Theresa scratched the edge of the desk as she looked down, “Armand, when can you be more
serious?”
“Am I not serious?” Armand asked. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.
“What do you think?”
“Don't tell me that if I hide the fact that I clearly miss you, that's called serious?” Armand thought that it
was not worth doing, “That's a fake serious, I'm a man of honor, I'll say what I think at heart, I'm an
honest person, isn't that so, Theresa?”
“Go away!”
Armand smiled, “Where should I go? To your place?”
Theresa said, “Don't keep coming, take good care of Grandma.”
Armand blamed himself more and more, how great would it be if the previous matter didn't happen?
They would have children and a happy family by then.
But...
There were no ifs and no 'medicine' for regrets in this world.
He was the one at fault to cause the scene that day.
“Theresa, I'll definitely treat you well, no matter what happens, I won't let you go again.”
Theresa was sensitive, hearing Armand's words, she could pretty much guess what had happened but
she didn't say it straight to Armand.
She seriously said, “Armand, I don't want you to be in great pain, tell me if you're too tired, I won't
blame you .”
“What are you talking about?!” Armand was angry in an instant, “Don't overthink it.”
Theresa looked at the window in a daze, “I didn't overthink, take good care of yourself.”
Armand said yes, “I'm afraid that I can't visit you these days, Grandma must be observed in the
hospital, I must stay in the hospital and take care of her.”
“I know, you don't need to come every time, just take gold care of Grandma,” Theresa said.
Armand softly said yes.
Customers came to the store after that, Theresa hung up the call and greeted the customer, when she
was discussing the design with the customer, Oscar walked in with take-away boxes.
Theresa was busy, he didn't come over and disturb her, he just sat by the side and watched her work.
He only spoke when Theresa finished her work, “You haven't had dinner, right?”
Theresa put the tablet down, sat down, saw the takeaway 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 bear the mutton smell.
“Try one.” Oscar was so confident that she would like it.
Theresa still refused, “I don't want to.”
“Try it.” Oscar opened the box, wore a disposable glove, took a piece, and gave her, “Smell it, does it
smell?”
Theresa tried to smell it, there was no mutton smell.
Oscar put it closer to her mouth, “Have a bite.”
Theresa tried to bite a bit, there was really no mutton smell and it was a slice of good meat.
Oscar smiled, “I didn't lie to you, right? Wear the gloves, there's a straw here you can suck the bones
marrow.”
Theresa smiled, she took the glove and wore it as she said, “Why are you so kind to me?”
“You call me Uncle, shouldn't I love you dearly like a niece?” Oscar leaned on the chair as he looked at
Theresa.
“Uncle, have you had your meal?” Theresa looked up.
Oscar said, “Yes, I have.”
After saying that, he stood up and poured a glass of water for Theresa.
“Uncle, seriously, your sense of fashion is really bad.” Every time she saw Oscar's flashy clothes, she
couldn't help ridiculing him.
Oscar felt that his clothes were great, “There are so many young ladies that like me.”
“Then the ladies that like you must be blind.” Theresa harshly said that.
“Oh my, I loved you for nothing.” Oscar was so angry that he laughed, “From now on, I won't buy food
for you.”
Theresa immediately admitted her fault, “Olders always forgive the unintentional offensive words from
the young.”
“Now that's the way,” Oscar said.
He said a sentence and she replied with another sentence, time went so fast when they talked and
laughed, they closed the store, Oscar felt that it wasn't safe for a woman alone so he took the initiative
to send her home.
The second day in City B, Boyce went to the bureau to work in the morning but Mrs. Miller blocked him
at the entrance.