Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 68

I sat by the entrance and read through the article on the paper again and again. Suddenly, I recalled Christopher saying that I shouldn’t sit on cold surfaces. Then, I fumbled around for a flyer and sat on top of it before ruminating over the article again.

“I’ve opened multiple alternate accounts to attack Crystal online. You owe me a treat, Eve.”

“That’s for sure.”

It’s great to see a b*tch like her suffer karmic retribution. I hung up on the phone and grinned from ear to ear. I bought some of my favorite snacks and some seafood from the market, planning to cook a scrumptious meal to celebrate the delightful news. My phone rang before I left the market.

It was from Lyle. I looked at the caller ID for two seconds before deciding to ignore it. I pressed on the silent button, and after a while, my phone buzzed again with multiple texts. The texts were all asking about my whereabouts. It seemed like he was urgently looking for me.

Nothing good ever came from him looking for me. There was no point meeting him anyway. I’d better take the time to think about how to explain things to Grandma.

I was just thinking about Grandma when the caller ID indicated that it was Josephine calling. She was the housekeeper and caretaker of my grandmother, so I answered her call right away.

“Mrs. Smith, you’d better hurry back and take a look at Old Mrs. Smith. She saw the news about you and Mr. Smith on the TV and fainted. She doesn’t look good even after she woke up. She’s not listening to a word I say.”

“What? Did Grandma faint again? I’ll get home right away.” I had kept the thing about Lyle cheating on me as a secret because I was afraid that Grandma might not be able to take it well. I even went as far as to say that Lyle and I were doing well. However, Crystal’s high-profile nature blew my cover. How would I be able to face Grandma if anything should happen to her?

I hailed a cab and reached the Smith family in a jiffy. Josephine dragged me to the back garden, and I was greeted by the sight of my paternal grandmother standing under a hibiscus tree. Her sorrowful manner was accentuated by her graying hair; gone was her jubilant manner. A lump formed in my throat as I looked at her.