"I know."

Yvonne couldn't be bothered. "Since she's your grandmother, obviously you'd be affected by it, but I'm different. I used to help her hold on to my status. Now I don't have anything to do with her. Mr. Anderson, I'm a busy woman. I have no time to meddle in your family matters.

"Besides, I haven't forgotten how Old Mrs. Anderson used to look down on me and make things difficult for me when I was with you. I have every right not to be bothered by her based on the way she treated me.

"She's rather old now. It's time for her to go, and you need to come to terms with that. Don't waste time and money on an old person like her."

Even though Yvonne was speaking casually about it, she was implying something deeper.

Stephen's heart was slowly sinking into the depths of his thoughts. His gaze was like the night sky—ever so grim and desolate.

He stared at Yvonne silently, attempting to find any trace of pretense in her face. However, Yvonne was calm. Insouciance was hanging on the