Chapter 3 Future Granddaughter-in-law

The moment Rosalie opened the fingerprint lock of her apartment, she sighed with relief involuntarily.

It seemed they hadn't known this place yet.

Tired, she walked in and slumped onto the sofa. Only then did she feel the searing pain on the back of her hand.

It had been scalded by the sparks.

Her two-faced step-mother was as wicked as before!

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang when she was ready to fetch the medicine cabinet.

Who was it? Only her father knew she lived here!

Alert, she walked to the door and probed through the peephole only to see an old lady dressed elegantly.

In her memory, she didn't know such a person.

Hesitantly, she swung the door open, while at the same time, she saw a line of blank-faced bodyguards on either side of the old lady.

"Oh, my poor girl! I finally found you!"

On seeing Rosalie, the old lady pounced at her immediately.

That threw Rosalie in a total state of confusion.

"Do you mistake me for someone else? I've never seen you before!"

But the old lady ignored her words and took her hand before walking into the house.

"My poor girl, you're my future granddaughter-in-law. How could you live in such a place? Samuel, buy this entire floor and break the walls. Just let our poor girl live here temporarily before marrying into the Williams's."

As she said, she waved her hand. The chief bodyguard stepped up at once and noted down all the instructions on his phone.

Rosalie felt a twitch in a corner of her mouth.

Wh-what was going on? Shooting a TV series? Or a reality TV show?

"Madam, there must be a misunderstanding! I really don't know you, and I'm not your future granddaughter-in-law."

At that moment, the old lady was telling the bodyguard the furnishing details. Hearing what Rosalie said, she walked fast over and held Rosalie's hands.

Rosalie held her breath and smiled as she bore the pain.

"Do you have a pendant made of high-quality nephrite and engraved with a lotus flower?"

How did this old lady know that?

She had been wearing this pendant; even her step-mother had never seen it.

"Your grandmother is Cheryl Nelson, right?"

Seeing how shocked Rosalie was, the old lady waved her hand again. Soon, Samuel carried a chair for her from somewhere.

"Cheryl is really not a good promise keeper. After we matched you and my grandson, Cheryl went abroad and no longer had contact with me. I've been looking for you and her for so long!"

During these 20 years, Rosalie had never be told about the engagement.

"But..."

She wanted to say something but was interrupted by a sorrowful sigh.

"Alas! Is it because our family is not good enough that you want to refuse us?"

Rosalie was rendered speechless by those innocent eyes.

"Or is it because you don't like me? If so, you can tell me. I'll try my best to become someone you like! Samuel, give my medicine to me. Hurry up!"

During the old lady's self-reflection, her breath became broken and fast. Subconsciously, Rosalie wanted to give her a body check.

"I don't mean that. I just feel that my identity..."

"So you agree? I know Cheryl's granddaughter is a good girl. Let me have a look at your house, tut-tut... What about living with me in the Elegance Community? You may come back after the furnishing here is done."

"..."

Before Rosalie could decline it, the excited old lady suddenly jumped up and threw her medicine box to Samuel behind her.

That was far from being sick!

"Thank you, but I'm fine living here."

Rosalie felt a heavy headache. When she was anxious to find out the cause of her father's death, she was forced to accept a free fiancé!

"Ah, Samuel, why do I feel out of breath again?"

The old lady began her wonderful acting of gasping again.

Samuel, in perfect cooperation, dashed up to lend her an arm and give her medicine.

"Well, perhaps I can have a look at it with you."

The old lady was just like a wilful patient who liked to be coaxed.

With a sigh, Rosalie could only give in.

"Good girl, let's go then. It's stuffy here."

Then, the old lady became energetic again, holding Rosalie's hand and walking toward the door.

"Ah..."

The searing pain put Rosalie in a coma. Before she lost consciousness, she heard the old lady's caring voice.

"Good girl, what's wrong?! Oh, who scalded your hand?! I won't spare the one who bullied my granddaughter-in-law! Why are you still standing here?! Call the ambulance!"

What happened then? Rosalie could neither see nor hear it.