At least, it was not like when they had just gotten married. She was such a fool, thinking that as long as she was good enough, he would come to love her.
She held marriage in the highest regard, while to him, it was just a convenient accessory with utilitarian value.
When she felt better, she would try to placate Grandpa.
Regardless, she was tired of it all.
"Ann, you still have me. You can come to me when you're upset." Jasmine Yale comforted her.
Ann Nolan chuckled.
This young girl was incredibly adorable, pure, and kind.
"Ann, Mr. Santos bought quite a number of snacks, shall we take a look?" Jasmine Yale gestured to the shopping bags on the table.
"You go ahead."
Jasmine Yale brought the bags to the bedside.
Indeed, there were many items, a bit of everything.
Beverages, biscuits, beef jerky, preserved fruit… many kinds, a whole bag full.
Ann took a glance but didn't see much that she liked.
Zaiden Santos had no idea what she really enjoyed eating.
