The Woman From Hell

She took my hand and dragged me straight toward the baby supplies shop. "We'll buy everything that kid will need today. It won’t be easy for you and your large stomach to come out again."

I was not used to her affection and enthusiasm.

We had already prepared a large supply of baby items back in Salt City and had no plans to deliver the baby here at the moment. However, seeing how nice she was being nice, I did not say anything and merely nodded.

I was disinterested as I browsed through the baby supplies aisle with her. On the other hand, she seemed extremely excited as she constantly asked the sales assistant about every item’s price and production, choosing her items with extreme care.

Theo called and asked me where I was.

After telling him the address, I hung up the phone and continued walking behind Quinn, quietly listening to her talk about every product’s possible use. It was odd. She had never given birth before, yet she was very well -versed when it came to baby products.

It was evident that Theo and Quinn were from the same family when you looked at how they both

shopped. They did not even glance at the price tag as they put whatever caught their eye into the shopping cart. In less than an hour, she had nearly bought out all the contents in the shop.

When I noticed that she was not finished and was going to drag me into another shop, I hurriedly said," Quinn, you've already bought almost everything. Why don't we come back again next time? Kids grow so quickly, we shouldn't waste our money now.”

My biological clock told me I should be resting now, and I felt drowsy as I yawned continuously and stared around listlessly.

When she saw that I was running low on energy, she smiled and said, "Ah, my horrible memory. I forget about the time whenever I shop. You must be tired, right?"

I smiled and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes, a little bit."

She instructed the driver to bring the items to the car before dragging me into a coffee shop. "Let’s have some drinks and rest here for a while before I take you to buy some pregnancy items. Your stomach is growing too fast right now, and you should have more items on standby. Theo is a man, and they’re always less thoughtful. We have to choose these items slowly and carefully so we can find the most suitable ones for you."

I massaged my temples. At first, I thought we would b e going home after I said I was tired. I had not

expected her to have such an aggressive personality when she looked so pleasant and demure. I did not even get the chance to tell her what I wanted to do.

However, since it was only the second time we were meeting, I did not think it was appropriate for me to say anything. I nodded slightly before I continued drinking my fruit juice quietly.

She stirred the coffee in her cup and looked at me as she said, "Wanda, I have to thank you. This is the first time Theo has said he would come to visit me after all these years, and you have no idea how happy I was when that actually happened. I would invite him over every time he came to Whaldorf City, but he always refused the invite and said he was busy. Sometimes, I'd secretly return to Salt City, but he would avoid me there too."

"He always thinks about you. He's mentioned you to m e several times." Seeing how this was a Grant family matter, I felt it was not suitable for me to say much more, so I decided to avoid the important and only touch on the trivial.

"Perhaps!" She glanced out the window, a sad look in her eyes. A long while later, she said, "I thought I'd be nothing more than a stranger to the Grant family for the rest of my life. I never imagined he would be willing to bring you to meet me."

I felt bad when I saw the sadness in her eyes and heard the thankfulness weaved between her grievances. "You have the surname Grant, and you will always be a part of the Grant family. I'm sure everyone back home would welcome you back if you were willing to return."

She smiled bitterly and said, "I can't go back. My grandmother said that as long as she's alive, I could stop thinking about ever taking a step into the Grant household again.”

I was stunned. "Quinn, don't you know that your grandmother has passed away?"

Her hold on her coffee cup slipped, and she slammed the cup back onto the table. Ignoring the coffee that had splashed onto her hands, she reached out to grab me as she asked in disbelief, "What did you just say? What happened to my grandmother?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

My wrists hurt from her grip. Staring at the shock on her face, I said, "Your grandmother was diagnosed with stomach cancer three years ago. Despite going through multiple major and minor surgeries as well as chemotherapy, she lost the battle and passed away six months ago!"

"How is that possible, how is that possible..." her face turned shockingly pale as she violently retracted her hands, accidentally pushing her coffee cup to the ground in the process. It splintered with a resounding crash.

In her panic, she paid no attention to the way she was presenting herself and bent down to pick up the glass shards. When the waitress noticed, she immediately came over to take care of the situation.

She bent down and mumbled repeatedly, "It's all my fault, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, my fault..."

When the waitress noticed, she gently helped Quinn back onto her seat and smiled as she said, "It’s alright, Madam. We’ll prepare you another cup immediately."

As I gazed at her shell-shocked figure, I reached out to hold her hand. However, I did not know how to comfort her. I knew her self-blaming was directed toward her deceased grandmother and not the waitress.