Chapter 32 How Dare You Bully My Grandma
It was Margaret’s favorite medical book, which recorded many medicinal food recipes.
She usually read it on the deck chair in the yard and told Wynter, “This dish is good. I’ll make a fish like this for you today. And pumpkin soup.”
It was all ruined now! Wynter’s eyes darkened with a ruthless look as she strode toward the courtyard.
Seeing her, a child dressed as a masseur immediately put down the bucket and eagerly raised his hands to gesture.
Wynter held his shoulders, her eyes intense but her tone calm. “Wolf, don’t panic. Tell me slowly, what happened?”
Margaret had picked up Wolf on the street. He was born mute and could only use sign
language, but he could also make some sounds now. He was small and clean, about 11 years old.
Wolf raised his arms to gesture to Wynter, looking dull and tough, his eyes charming.
“Are you saying the mess outside was all done by Wanda?” Wynter’s voice turned cold.
Wolf nodded and continued to gesture with a gravelly voice.
Wynter raised her eyebrows. “She told you I’m not with the Yates now?”
Wolf hummed and gestured, meaning Margaret was worried about her.
“Why is she worried about me?” Wynter’s smile became colder. “It’s Wanda who should be worried.”
At this time, a sigh came from inside the house. It was Margaret, who had always been oblivious to worldly affairs.
She looked up at Wynter as she came out in a wheelchair. “She’s your mother after all.”
“She used to be, but not anymore.” Wynter’s eyes were clear.
“Grandma, she took over the Yates family. You didn’t fight with her for the sake of your children and grandchildren, saying you prefer your current life.
“Wanda wouldn’t have been so arrogant today without Ewan’s consent. He abandoned his mother after he married a wife. I’m sure you understand even if I don’t say it.”
Margaret glanced at the fish tank beside her, her eyes blank. “I understand. I raised an
Chapter 32 How Dare You Bully My Grandma
ungrateful son. I deserved it myself.”
Hearing this, Wynter calmed down.
Even if their son was a scum, most mothers would deceive themselves and couldn’t accept any criticism about him.
If Margaret were also such an irrational person, Wynter would never interfere again, even though Margaret treated her like her own.
Whether to tolerate their bullies silently or get back at them, she left the decision to Margaret. She would then decide to stay or leave.
“Wynter.” Margaret looked at her with wise eyes. “I don’t want you to go. Southdale is a complicated place. The Scott family has connections in Kingbourne.
“I’m worried you will get into trouble because of me. From today onward, I’ll cut ties with this son!”
As she studied traditional medicine, Margaret had always been calm and had never been so cruel.
Wynter saw her determination and knew the connection between mother and son was deep. Now that Margaret had confirmed her stance, Wynter would wait for her to let go in time.
“I’ll listen to you.” Wynter squatted down, her eyes clear. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”
Margaret stroked her long hair. “Wynter, my poor child. If they don’t want you, I’ll look after
you and support your studies.”
