Seeing the people in the old house, Eleanor Ye’s original heavy heart became even heavier, and Jane had difficulty breathing.
“What are you doing here?” Eleanor Ye’s tone was cold, and she didn’t say anything about face. “If you have anything to do, let Grandpa come out by yourself. What qualifications do you have to question me?”
“You…I’m your grandma.” The grandmother’s whole body trembled angrily.
“I have said that many times, my grandma is dead a long time ago, and my dad never called you mom. Let us call your grandma for the sake of grandpa’s face, but it doesn’t really make us recognize you as a grandma. It’s home, it’s written clearly in black and white. My dad doesn’t want anything from Grandpa. In the future, Grandpa doesn’t need my dad to raise anything. He followed Ye Qinghe. You were there at the time. You and Ye Qinghe both pressed their finger prints and counted together. It doesn’t make a difference to be weaned.”
Eleanor Ye announced the news of Quentin Ye’s death at the time, but the mother-in-law next door came, the third-uncle came, and even the second-uncle who didn’t walk very much came, but the old man Ye, who was the father, was not seen, and it was chilling to think about it.
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