Despite the hatred seething within her for her, the sense of loss at not seeing her still inadvertently surged up.
With his lips pressed tightly together, he walked forward, "Grandma."
"Harry is here. I heard Adam say that you weren't willing to come, were you?"
Just exiting the restroom, Helen Melendy had barely opened the door when she heard the name "Harry," her heart violently trembling.
The hand hanging by her side clenched involuntarily, and only after repeatedly steeling herself did she manage to walk out of the restroom with feigned composure.
Harry Hall, of course, saw her too. The disappointment that had just climbed into his heart seemed somewhat lessened at this moment.
His gaze discreetly swept past Helen Melendy and he sat down next to the Old Lady, "I had some matters to deal with yesterday, but after wrapping them up today, I had nothing else to do, so I came over."
