“Molly, what happened to Grandma?” I walked into the kitchen and asked while Sharon and Christopher stayed in the yard.
Molly choked up upon that. She wiped away her tears and said, “Old Mrs. Smith is growing senile. Mr. Smith’s death was the final blow for her. She thinks that Mr. Smith is still alive and that he will come back and visit someday. I couldn’t bear to tell her the truth when she looks so happy.”
“What did the doctor say?” My face fell.
“The doctor said it was simply due to old age. She’s having hallucinations because of how much she misses Mr. Smith. There’s no treatment for her,” Molly said.
I lowered my gaze and said helplessly, “It’s my fault she turned out this way. If not for me, she would still be well right now.”
“This is fate!” Molly wiped away her tears. “Mrs. Smith used to visit her from time to time. They would talk about Mr. Smith during their conversation and Mrs. Smith would break down into tears. We’re the only two left after she moved out, so Old Mrs. Smith must feel very lonely. Ms. Yvonne, please come and visit often if you have her best interest at heart.”
My heart was heavy after leaving the Smith household. It ached so much that I couldn’t breathe after seeing Sharon in such a state. Why is life so hard? Why can’t we just live a happy and simple life?
“I’ll come with you to visit Sharon whenever I’m free from now on. What do you think?” Christopher pulled me into his arms and said in a low voice.
“Thank you, Christopher. Thank you so much!”
I accidentally ruined my painting with Remington when I spilled paint on it the other day. I left in such haste that I did not think about how to salvage the artwork. Upon returning to the studio only two days later, I realized that nothing had been touched except for the painting given to Crystal, which was not there anymore.
The messed-up painting was now beyond recognition. I rolled it up as I did not dare show Remington what happened. His art exhibition was launching next week. Not only was I holding him back, but I also destroyed his work.
“This is the painting you claim to have completed? Yvonne, do I have to thank you for this?” Sure enough, Remington broke down after seeing his ruined painting and almost jumped in rage.
I scratched the back of my head and replied in embarrassment. “There’s no way I can salvage this painting now. A lot of things happened this week and it was too late by the time I wanted to salvage it. Why don’t you try calling Spencer back from Anglandur? We still have one week left to finish the painting.”
“Haha, Yvonne. I just noticed how naive you actually are. Spencer is there for a competition. I will do whatever you say if you manage to get him back!” Remington had no way to vent so he glared at me menacingly. He then stared at Christopher, who was behind me, from time to time. After a while, he rolled up his sleeves and walked over to Christopher. “Come on, let’s have a fight. I need to let off steam before I blow up.”
“Don’t. Why don’t you just beat me up? I won’t fight back.” I laughed drily. Remington would be beaten to a pulp if he got into a fight with Christopher. I patted my chest and said, “I assure you I will get Spencer back here to clean up the mess. I swear.”
