After all, their marriage was essentially a deal, a joke.


    Bonnie had spent most of her time in her room because of her limited mobility. She was waiting for Prisci by the door, leaning on her cane.


    At the sight of her, Prisci stepped forward right away and helped her back into the room. Prisci’s eyes reddened before she said anything.


    “Grandma…” she called out in a sobbing voice, burying her face in Bonnie’sp.


    Bonnie stroked her hair, asking tenderly, “What happened, Ci? Hey, don’t cry.”


    She looked genuinely worried.


    Prisci quickly reined in her emotions, wiped her tears away, and held Bonnie’s hand. “Nothing. I’m fine, Grandma. I just missed you so much.”


    “Silly girl. If you miss me, you cane back and visit me at any time,” Bonnie sighed.


    She knew very well that Prisci was lying. Something must have happened that broke Prisci’s heart.


    As for what it was exactly… She looked up at Wesley at the door.


    Wesley came in and greeted her.


    She nodded and said to Prisci, “I’ve asked my maid to make some soup. Ci, could you go and see if it’s ready yet?”


    Prisci nodded and went to the kitchen.


    Bonnie gestured for Wesley to sit. Then she said, her aged voiceced with seriousness, “Back then, I was strongly against your marriage to Ci.”


    Wesley lowered his gaze and rested his hands on his knees, ready to be lectured obediently.


    She continued, “And now, Larissa’s back. Tell me-what are you gonna do?”


    She was, in fact, asking him who he would choose.


    His cold, indifferent face betrayed no emotion. Only his fingers were slightly curled.


    “I won’t divorce Prisci.”


    This was his promise to Bonnie.


    “What if she wants a divorce?” Bonnie pressed on.


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    His answer was nothing but ambiguous.


    Bonnie sighed. She felt so sorry for Prisci, but there was nothing she could do.


    She could only say to Wesley carnestly, “If Ci wants her freedom one day, don’t stand in her way.”


    Wesley’s throat tightened, and he couldn’t even utter a sound.


    Almost everyone assumed he’d divorce Prisci.


    Even Prisci herself believed so.


    Hardly anyone believed he had never wanted to divorce her.


    He and Larissa grew up together, and that was all.


    He protected her because she had saved his life back then.


    “Grandma, the soup’s ready.” Prisci’s gentle voice rang out.


    She walked inside with a bowl in her hands, not sparing Wesley a nce throughout the entire time.


    He could tell how indifferent she was to him.


    They had been married for three years, and what had started as a deal had be real. They both knew each other well enough.


    “Madam Wilburn, I’ll step out now. Prisci, I’ll be waiting for you outside,” he said politely before leaving the room.


    Instead of responding to him, Prisci focused on feeding Bonnie the coup.


    Observing Prisci’s pale face, Bonnie knew she must have suffered ever since Larissa’s return.


    Tania and Dillon’s favoritism was never a secret.


    “Ci, I heard your conversation in the living room.” Bonnie lowered her voice, her eyes brimming with tears. She said guiltily, “I’m sorry. I dragged you down.”


    Prisci clutched the spoon tightly. A pang of bitterness struck her, but she pulled out a smile and said briskly, “Grandma, stop it. It had nothing to do with you. Besides, a little arguing doesn’t hurt.”


    Bonnie sighed.


    Prisci kept Bonniepany for a long time. She didn’t leave until it was time for Bonnie’s nap.


    Lunch was ready.


    “Let’s eat,” Tania said to Prisci, her tone not exactly warm.


    Given their recent fallout, being polite to Prisci was the best she could do.


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    “I’ll skip lunch. I…” Prisci said.


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