Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 641

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Chapter 641

Rebecca’s voice wavered. “You should head back. I’m fine.”

That image flashed through her mind again–Vance lying in that hospital bed, his face drained of life yet still forcing a weak smile at her and Josette. The memory hit her hard, making her emotions surge.

In the warm glow of the setting sun, the young Vance reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “It’s not that big a deal. We’ll get there, one way or another.”

She instinctively stepped back.

He simply opened his palm, revealing a tiny scrap of paper. “It was stuck in your hair.”

“Oh, thanks.” She had misunderstood him.

He waved. “I’ve got to get back to work. See you tomorrow.”

She stood there, eager to ask what he meant by “one way or another,” but he kept urging her to leave. “Go home before it gets dark. Let’s talk at school tomorrow.”

He turned and jogged back toward the bakery. She watched him disappear through the shop door, then turned and headed to the subway station.

“Fine. We’ll talk later,” she muttered.

Vance finished his shift at eleven that night. He took the subway home and didn’t walk through the front door until midnight.

His grandmother had left dinner for him, keeping it warm in the kitchen. Hearing the door, Irene Bradford came out of her room and asked with concern, “Why are you even later than usual today?”

“I was at the library studying and lost track of time,” Vance lied, keeping his bakery job hidden from her.

He had eaten some toast earlier, but his stomach was still growling. He carried the plate out and dug in with obvious enjoyment.

Irene sat across from him, watching with a gentle smile. These quiet moments were precious. Vance was always busy with school, and on weekends, he went out “to study.”

It was rare for them to spend time together.

“How’s studying going lately? Getting intense?” she asked, making conversation.

“It’s okay.” He swallowed a mouthful of food.

“Take it slowly.” She poured him a glass of water. “You need to take care of yourself. Don’t skimp on meals at school. Stay nourished. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve saved enough for your college years.”

“Yeah.” Vance kept his head down.

He knew her plans, but that was her retirement pension. He couldn’t bring himself to use that money.

“Grandma,” he said in a negotiating tone, “why don’t we sell this house and buy a smaller one? It’s just the two of us anyway.‘ “How so?” Irene reasoned. “You’ll get married someday and have kids. This place will be lively then.”

Vance thought about it. “Then we won’t sell it.”

This house carried too many of her memories. He had no right to dispose of it like that.

Irene’s smile grew warmer. She could already imagine him growing up, going to college, getting married, and having children

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