Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 346

What a shame that his grandson was such a failure that he couldn't even keep a hold of his wife.

Cecilia calmly said, "Sir, you know the situation between Owen and me. We are already divorced and I am no longer his wife, so I can't call you grandpa anymore. Was there anything you need?"

Ever since her grandfather found out about Trenton's deception, he had forbidden him from visiting.

Trenton had probably been pampered all his life, so he had never been turned away from someone's door. Even when he knew he was wrong, he wasn't willing to admit it. So, he hadn't stepped foot on the Yates family's doorstep for quite some time.

"Cecilia, could you let me in to sit down? By the way, is your grandfather home?"

Cecilia led Trenton into the house, saying as they walked, "My grandfather is home. Are you here to apologize to him, sir?"

Trenton's face turned slightly red but quickly returned to normal. "In the past, I was wrong. I deceived your grandfather, who treated me as a friend. I can't blame him for being angry. Anyway, I should apologize to him in person."

Cecilia defeated Owen.

Although the Yates family was ordinary, they were honest. Cecilia was sharp and not afraid of Olina. Trenton thought that Cecilia was worthy of being the next matriarch of the Martinez family.

Olina was not qualified. While Shane was handling company affairs, Trenton didn't want to hand over the Martinez family to his daughter-in-law but waited for Cecilia to step in and be the matriarch of the Martinez family, bypassing Olina.

He had to take the Yates family seriously, starting with apologizing to Devon Yates.

Cecilia led Trenton and his people into the house.

"Grandpa, Trenton is here."

Upon seeing Trenton, Devon's face darkened. He looked around, seemingly looking for something to kick this old trickster out.

"Devon, I'm sorry. I was wrong last time. I shouldn't have deceived you. I came here specifically to apologize to you. Please forgive me this time."

Trenton didn't wait for Devon to kick him out. He walked over and apologized sincerely.

"It's all your fault that my granddaughter, Cecilia, had to go through a divorce without even having a romance. If it weren't for you forcing her, we wouldn't be in this mess. Your rich people's games are something we poor can't afford. Get lost!"

Devon was really annoyed with Trenton.

And he blamed himself.

He had originally thought of helping his granddaughter find a boyfriend when Trenton mentioned his unmarried grandson. Who would have thought that he would push his granddaughter into a pit of fire?

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm the old trickster. It's all my fault. Devon, you can scold me. Even if you scold me, I can take it. I just hope you can forgive me this time. I promise I won't deceive you again."

Trenton lowered his stance.

He explained, "I didn't want to harm Cecilia. I really hoped that my disobedient grandson could live a good life with Cecilia. Devon, we are both grandfathers. You love Cecilia and hope for her

happiness. I love Owen and hope for his happiness, too."

Devon hummed, "You can't force someone to love you. Don't you know that? You've lived a long life, but you still don't understand this. You've wasted your life."

"I was wrong, Devon. I was really wrong. Please, forgive me this time."

Devon still hummed coldly, but he started to make coffee for his guests. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Seeing that the two old men wouldn't start arguing, Cecilia quietly slipped out.

She saw two bodyguards from the Martinez family carrying gifts and wondered where Owen had gone.

He must have gone to buy gifts.

Indeed, as soon as she stepped out of the house, she saw Owen coming back, one hand holding a bunch of money flowers and the other carrying a bunch of gift bags. He looked rather comical, which made her want to laugh.

When he approached her, she teased him, "Are you parading around with these money flowers? You're lucky you haven't been robbed."

"Other people thought it was fake money. Besides, I'm big and strong. Who would dare to rob me?"

He was trained, so any thief who dared to rob him of his money flowers would be digging their own grave. He could make the thief rot in jail!

"I thought you were afraid of being kicked out by my grandfather and ran away."

Cecilia took some things from his hand so that she wouldn't be burdened by the weight.

"You bought so many things, my family may not accept them."

"Whether they accept it or not is up to them. I can't come empty-handed. That would be impolite. I'm still in the stage of seeking approval, I can't lose points for not following the rules."

Owen handed the money flowers to her. After she took them, he took the gifts back from her, saying, "These things are a bit heavy. You don't need to carry them. By the way, I saw two cars that looked like my grandfather's when I returned. I don't know if I was seeing things."

"It's your grandfather's car. He's here too, apologizing to my grandfather in the house."

Owen followed her into the house. Hearing that his grandfather was really here, he muttered, "He only apologized after I got divorced. What does that mean? If he had apologized earlier, maybe my mother-in-law wouldn't have forced us to divorce. By the way, was my mother-in-law at home? Will she hit you with a stick when she sees me? Cecilia, if your mom hits you again, just run. I'll block her for you. Let her hit me. I have thick skin, I'm not afraid of getting hit."

Cecilia looked at him. He had instinctively shielded her from the stick, showing that he really cared for her.

However, Ruby was still clinging to him. Even if he could cleanly break free from her, the timing was too short. She needed to observe more.

In any case, she wouldn't let herself be wronged again, nor would she be willing to be a substitute again.

One day, if she were ever to set foot again in the grand doors of the Martinez Manor, she would do so with her head held high, with dignity and honor.

"My mom went over to my uncle's place. Don't worry, she won't hit me anymore."

That was meant to comfort Owen.

But deep down, Owen knew the truth.

He cared about Cecilia so much that even if his mother-in-law was just pretending, he was scared. He would rather file for divorce than let his mother-in-law lay a hand on Cecilia again.

Together, they entered the house.

Whether the two elders in the house had reconciled, Cecilia had no idea.

All she knew was that when she entered, she saw the two old folks sitting on the couch, listening to an opera together, sipping coffee.

Gifts were piled upon a single-seater couch. Derek was peeling an apple with a fruit knife, the fruit platter already filled with freshly cut apple slices.

"Grandpa."

Owen sweetly called out to Grandpa.

Not distinguishing by last name was akin to addressing both grandpas.

Devon didn't even have a chance to refute him.