“But I want to give you this bracelet as a gift tonight,” Jane said sincerely to her.
“If you accept it, I will be very happy.”
At the doorway, Lisa, dressed in a red evening gown, happened to pass by and overheard the conversation. She stopped and turned her head, seeing the two people in the large bedroom.
She witnessed this scene-
Aunt Jane held Agnes’s hand and put the bracelet on her wrist.
This sight deeply hurt Lisa. She stood there, stunned, as a ringing filled her ears and the world went silent…
She could no longer hear what Aunt Jane was saying to Agnes. She turned and walked towards the guest room not far away.
Agnes felt the weight of the bracelet; it was a sign of approval, and she felt particularly guilty.
Her gaze lingered on the green jade bracelet for a long time. Although she knew little about jewelry, she understood that it must be valuable.
She looked at the purple brocade box on the table not far away. The box itself was already exquisite.
“Thank you,” Agnes said, looking up at her. She didn’t know what else to say.
Jane was genuinely happy at this moment. She smiled at the girl and said, “Would it be convenient to meet your parents tomorrow? We could invite them over for a meal; it would be nice for both families to meet before the engagement.”
“Auntie, I need to discuss this with Tom,” Agnes replied.
“I need to consult him about anything related to our engagement.”
“Alright,” Jane agreed understandingly.
In the guest room next door, Lisa sat on the bed feeling utterly dejected. The light had gone out of her beautiful big eyes.
She knew she had lost completely… Aunt Jane had accepted Agnes.
She had taken her into such an intimate space as her bedroom and given her a bracelet.
Lisa felt so sad. From the moment she saw Tom’s profile, she liked him very much. Because she liked him, she tried every way to please grandma and let grandma bring her to Arkpool City.
She even risked falsifying her resume to create an image of an excellent girl for herself.
She had been so confident, but now… she was out?
She was unwilling to accept it.
She didn’t want to face reality; she wanted to grab grandma’s arm and make one last effort.
In Fritz Manor, downstairs in the living room.
Grandma and Tom were sitting on the sofa. Williams leaned forward and personally brewed three cups of tea, remaining silent throughout.
Tom was prepared for an interrogation by his elders; he appeared very calm.
Grandma’s gaze remained fixed on her beloved grandson’s face.
“Grandma, if you have something to say, just say it,” Tom said calmly, looking up.
The elderly woman snapped back to reality. Her neatly tied silver hair glinted as she squinted at her beloved grandson’s eyes.
“There is a 12-year age difference between you two; she’s still so young. Does her affection for you count?”
“Grandma, I don’t think age is a big issue,” Tom Fritz answered seriously.
“The important thing is whether two people are happy together and suitable for each other. That determines whether a marriage will be happy.”
“Grandma worries that her affection for you now is just a fleeting infatuation because she’s too young,” the elderly woman said with genuine concern.
“Aren’t young girls nowadays all into young men? Why would she like an older man?”
Tom Fritz was slightly stung by the term ‘older man.’ He frowned slightly and corrected her, “Grandma, I’m not old.”