Chapter 297

“Sure.” I happily agreed.

Ramona glanced toward Gregory. “Greg, why don’t you head to the dining

room for breakfast? And grab a bite for Ms. Webster, will you?”

“Got it.” Gregory shot us a dubious look but headed toward the dining room

without making a big deal about it.

As I thought Ramona would lead me to her dressing room, her warm hand

suddenly grasped mine. “Here, have a seat.”

“Okay.” I was pleasantly surprised and sat down, my hands resting awkwardly

in my lap.

I couldn’t recall ever meeting my grandparents. Whether they didn’t care for

me or, for some other reason, I didn’t remember a thing.

A look of longing appeared on Ramona’s aged face as she gripped my hand

tighter. “You know, after seeing you yesterday, I dreamt of my granddaughter,

Lily. That girl, she was fussing about wanting to play with you. She seemed

quite fond of you.” Ramona smiled gently. “I woke up in the middle of the

night, wondering if it was her way of telling me to look after you a bit.”

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Her words moved me, and I softly said, “Maybe it’s just because you had her

on your mind, Ramona.”

“How would you feel about getting close to me like Greg does?” Ramona

asked tentatively.

I was stunned. I had sensed the difference between Ramona and Susan but

hadn’t expected such a stark contrast.

Initially, I had planned to keep my distance from the Myers family, but faced

with Ramona’s hopeful gaze, I found myself unable to refuse.

Thankfully, I spent most of my days in RiverCity, so I wouldn’t have to interact

with Ramona too often. Finally, I obediently agreed, “Okay, Ramona.”

“Oh!” Ramona responded joyfully and suddenly inquired, “Heard you

mentioning yesterday that you’ve taken over your parents’ clothing brand?”

“Yes.” I nodded, “They started it before they passed away, but it’s been

neglected for many years.”

Ramona’s expression tightened with sympathy. “Your parents… they passed

away?”

“Yeah.” My gaze fell, and I spoke with melancholy, “They died when I was

eight, trying to ensure my safety.”

Mentioning that made my voice choke up a bit.

I stiffened, recognizing Dorothy’s voice