Chloe Grant was facing away from them, so she only heard the words and couldn’t see the scene.
She didn’t dare to look, fearing she couldn’t bear it.
She wasn’t a strong person to begin with, and since this thing happened, she hadn’t thrown a tantrum, hadn’t yelled, hadn’t collapsed... except for that one ti she drank.
Chloe Grant felt she had handled it pretty well.
She didn’t want to make things difficult for herself anymore by looking back at how harmonious the family of three seed, and hurting herself with it.
"Let’s go inside." She said softly.
Michael Taylor nodded, and they were just about to take a step...
"Chloe, wait a minute."
Behind her, Thea Yates’ voice sounded.
Chloe Grant frowned. She instinctively resisted, not wanting to wait or to turn back and have any interaction with Thea Yates.
But...
With so many people watching, she couldn’t really pretend not to hear and just walk away.
Thea Yates had already walked over, standing behind Chloe Grant, "Chloe, I haven’t seen you these days. Actually... about what happened before, I always wanted to find a chance to sincerely apologize to you."
"Before, I cared too much about Loren, so in a mont of urgency, I acted impulsively. Please... don’t be mad at , forgive my overprotectiveness."
It seed Thea Yates’ apologetic words caused the noisy chatter behind to fade away.
Forgive?
Chloe Grant turned around, "I haven’t taken it to heart."
She answered very indifferently.
What she had taken to heart wasn’t this matter.
Chloe Grant didn’t want to dwell on this topic, so she looked over to Isabella Gray’s side and called out, "Grandma, I’m so hungry, I worked all day and forgot to eat."
Chloe Grant was trying hard to act as if nothing had happened.
"You, ever since you started your internship, have been all about work. I’ve watched you get thinner by the day."
Isabella Gray walked towards Chloe Grant, her words filled with pain.
Chloe Grant pretended to be pitiful, "I feel like I’m getting malnourished. Grandma, I’ll stop working, can you take care of ?"
"Sure!" Isabella Gray replied loudly.
The two of them had already entered the house. Mr. Morgan was in the living room, Isabella Gray glanced at him, deliberately saying to Chloe Grant, "Over the years, I’ve hidden so much money behind Grandpa Morgan’s back. Let’s buy an island together, and then live comfortably there for the rest of our lives."
"Great, that’s a good idea!" Chloe Grant cooperated very well.
Mr. Morgan’s face turned unpleasant imdiately, "If you want to buy an island, tell ; you don’t need to use your private savings."
The old man, despite his age, still had a strong possessiveness over his wife.
He directly brought Isabella Gray back, "If you want to live on an island, just go with . Chloe is still young, young people need to strive, need to get married..."
Mr. Morgan paused suddenly, "Chloe, do you have ti after work tomorrow evening?"
"Yes." Chloe Grant answered without thinking.
Mr. Morgan nodded, "Tomorrow afternoon, soone will pick you up downstairs from your company, and then we’ll go have dinner together."
So, this is... a match-making?
Chloe Grant was taken aback for a mont.
Grandfather Morgan’s thods, his montum... she didn’t even have the option to refuse.
"Oh, is this another matchmaking arrangent?"
Ralph Koch popped out of nowhere, casually placing a hand on Chloe Grant’s shoulder, teasing.
He looked down at Chloe Grant and laughed, "Girl, you’ve been on matchmakings all year, yet haven’t seen any good results."
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