"Second sister-in-law, what a coincidence."
I turned around, not expecting to run into Nancy Grayson here.
"Nancy, what a coincidence." I smiled awkwardly.
Nancy Grayson also laughed: "Indeed it is a coincidence, I heard my second brother say that my second sister-in-law went back to her mother's home to stay for a few days, how come she is here, it's hard to believe that my second sister-in-law knew that my second brother was here and came over … on purpose."
Ethan Grayson was here?
Nancy Grayson eyes with contempt, from her words, Ethan Grayson should not be alone here, and the other party must still be a woman, she is afraid to think that I followed Ethan Grayson to catch adultery.
I was gracious enough to say yesterday that I don't care about Ethan Grayson, and this comes back to stalk me, and it's a slap in the face.
"No, I came to …."
Without waiting for me to explain, Nancy Grayson laughed and pulled me toward the second floor, "Don't deny it, I'll take you to Ergo."
If Ethan Grayson is with some woman or doing something, I'd be a dead man walking over there.
Nancy Grayson is up to something.
How much does she really dislike Leah Moore here.
Deliberately uttering at the hospital that Ethan Grayson's old flame is back, suspiciously meaning that the old flame is back.
And now they're dragging me to Ethan Grayson. Isn't that just asking for my own demise?
"Nancy, I'm really not here for your second brother …"
Nancy Grayson had a strong hand and pulled me to a stop at the door of a compartment, a wry light crossing her eyes, "Don't be afraid, Second Sister-in-law, go in, Second Brother is inside."
I was pushed inside by Nancy Grayson, and when I saw the person inside, I paused for a moment, even the air froze for a split second.
I was looking around the clubhouse for someone and I didn't expect to see him here.
Vincent Will looked up when he heard the commotion, his voice as coarse and raspy as ever, "Mr. Grayson…"
When he saw it was me, he swallowed back the latter words, a flash of surprise in his eyes.
When you look at each other, you still can't stop the sourness in your heart, like old brewed vinegar, that sourness goes straight to your eyes, and you instantly turn red.
After a moment of surprise, he quickly collected his expression and sat down again, his hand touching the drawing board next to him, completely treating me like air.
A nameless fire rose in me at his neglect, and I walked over to him quickly, snapping, "What, pretending you don't recognize him again?"
I reacted violently, but he looked bland and greeted me like an ordinary person, "Ms. Grayson."
What a 'Ms. Grayson'.
I was exasperated, "Since you call me Ms. Grayson, you know that I am now carrying the identity of 'Leah Moore', don't you love Leah Moore, why don't you ask and care where Leah Moore has gone nowadays? "
The last time I saw Vincent Will, I didn't say anything about my current situation, so how did he know I was now 'Leah Moore'?
Then it can only be that he investigated.
Vincent Will gave me a complicated look in his eyes and was reticent.
"Vincent Will," I steeped up my voice, looking at the dead weight of him, my heart feeling like it was clogged with a breath that wouldn't go up or down.
I lost my temper and tugged on his arm, "Tell me, are you in some kind of pain, you're lying to me aren't you, Vincent Will, speak up, if you really loved Leah Moore, how could you sink your teeth into her disappearance, aren't you afraid that I'll do something to her and hurt her? I've known you for over ten years, I know you better than anyone."
We were childhood sweethearts and grew up in an orphanage together.
That 'like' was never said, but we knew each other, and he had promised to watch over me for the rest of my life.
Leah Moore is scheming, so maybe she pulled some kind of stunt to get Vincent Will to stay with her.
Yeah, that must be it.
I made a good case for him, and as soon as he admitted it, I was able to throw myself into his arms without a second thought.
"Ms. Grayson, please behave yourself." He wrinkled his brow, seemed to have lost his patience, broke my fingers and said in a rather heavy tone, "I don't have to lie to you, to reiterate to you once more, the person I love is Leah, I just treat you as a younger sister, you know me, and I know you, you won't do anything to Leah, Leah loves to play, Ethan Grayson womanizes, she must have gambled and gone off to play somewhere, when she's had enough she'll be back, and I'll give you a word of advice, you're not Leah, when Leah comes back, everything will be exposed, you leave the Grayson family as soon as possible."
"Sister?" I looked at him ruefully and smiled, only the pain behind that smile was something only I knew.
I was hysterical and all I got in return was the word sister.
"Winter, I'm sorry for making you misunderstand for so long." He said, "I'm glad you're back safe and sound, and if you don't mind, I can be your brother."
His apologetic tone was like a sharpened arrow shot at me, plunging unbiasedly into the heart.
"Who wants you as a brother." I growled lowly, "Do you know where and how I spent the year? I was imprisoned by Leah Moore for a year, in a dark cellar, and I got through it by thinking about you, but now you tell me that I misunderstood? Vincent Will, I'm giving you one last chance, if you truly have no love for me, I'll leave you alone from now on."
A flash of shock crosses Vincent Will's eyes, his face hidden under his mask so I can't see his expression.
Just as I was waiting with high hopes that he would give me a different answer, his next words completely crushed my expectations.
He said, "That's impossible, Leah, though playful, wouldn't do something like that, there must be a misunderstanding between you sisters."
He didn't hesitate to side with Leah Moore.
In his eyes, Leah Moore is just a little bit playful and has a good heart.
I looked at the man in front of me, who I had obviously known for more than ten years, but suddenly felt that I didn't recognize him at all, it was too strange.
I stumbled two steps, dropping my eyes in disappointment, tears falling with them.
Whispering, "I see."
" Mr. Will."
A woman suddenly pushed her way in, and Vincent Will and I turned around to look at the same time.
It was a tall, fair-skinned beauty with those long legs that were especially beautiful.
The woman glanced at me, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes as if she recognized me, and soon she tore her gaze away from me and walked toward Vincent Will.
" Mr. Will has been waiting for a long time, Mr. Grayson is busy right now, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to come over, you just leave the painting behind, the final payment will be credited to your account later."
Turns out Vincent Will was selling paintings to Ethan Grayson.
"Good." Vincent Will left the painting as if it were a dragon's den, and he left in a panic without even looking at me.
I looked at Vincent Will's back as he left, and my heart throbbed.
It was the last time my heart ached for him, and it never will again.
I closed my eyes and waited for the throbbing pain in my heart to pass and was about to leave when I looked up and saw the woman looking at me with a measuring gaze.
With that, she smiled and extended her hand, introducing herself, "Hi, I'm Pheobe Wilson."
Why does that name sound familiar?
I quickly remembered, isn't this Ethan Grayson's old flame?