Isn't this the catalyst he thought could sped up his grandson and his wife's relationship?
Without being told, he already realized what was going on.
He met Aysel's face with an apologetic smile then ordered the maids to take her away.
Soon, everyone disappeared from the room, leaving alone the trio.
Aysel's face was deadpanned, her eyes were exceptionally clear and serious, she didn't look like her usual self at all.
Lawrence felt guilty as this was partly his fault. He was the one putting everyone in a difficult situation.
"Hmm, Aysel, how was your health? How are you feeling?"
"I am feeling good, thanks for asking, Grandpa." Her tone was still nevertheless cold.
She hated things like this. She hated mistresses. Relationship ruiners.
It made her remember her past life.
Her step mother wasn't actually her step mother, she only address her that to numb and make herself forget about her past.
