Getting My Ex-wife Back

Irritable, Hansen was pacing back and forth in the garden below Ink Garden. Deep down in his heart, he really wanted to enter the house; but he could not muster up the courage to do so yet.

In the current situation, Hansen must get Vivian’s support no matter what. Vivian had always liked Jenna so much; she would definitely support him.

As long as Vivian insisted on her way, then Hansen would have the courage and excuse to reject Aria.

Well then, it depended on whether he could put aside his ego to ask Vivian for a favor.

Back then, Hansen repeatedly stressed that he hated Jenna, that he didn’t like her and insisted on a divorce. But now, he had to beg Vivian to say that she liked Jenna. Hansen would marry no one other than Jenna. Yet, after all, he was a man. It was going to make him look bad if he kept going back on his word. Oh, how frustrating!

Hansen continued to pace up and down in exasperation. Christopher had reminded him to ask Vivian for help whenever he encountered a very serious problem. Now that he had indeed encountered a very serious problem, he needed to come and seek Vivan’s help. However, even since the day Vivan arranged his marriage, he had become estranged from her. At the thought of this, Hansen could not help but feel guilty and anxious.

Hansen continued to walk around the garden. He was embarrassed to go in the house, but he didn’t want to go back empty-handed.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Old Madam, Young Master Hansen has been downstairs for a long time. Would you like to invite him in?” Meroy had noticed Hansen pacing back and forth downstairs for quite some time. She knew that Hansen was prideful and was embarrassed to enter the house. Worried that Vivian’s darling grandson would be left out in the cold, Meroy decided to inform Vivian about it immediately.

However, Vivian didn’t feel perturbed when she heard it.

Instead, she spoke expressionlessly, “Don’t worry about him. Leave him alone. He has to take care of the troubles he made himself. We are well-known, wealthy people. We don’t condone our members to do such shameful things.”

Meroy immediately zipped her lips.

Hansen took out his cigarette and took a few puffs before he finally made up his mind and walked upstairs.

“Meroy, is Grandma asleep?” asked Hansen softly. As soon as he walked to Vivian’s bedroom, he saw Meroy watering the flowers on the steps. He remembered that Meroy used to spend her free time whenever Vivian was asleep to water the flowers that Vivan liked.

“Young Master Hansen, you’re here.” Meroy raised her head and glanced at Hansen, smiling cordially. “Come in and sit down. It’s cold outside.”

Hansen grinned as Meroy brought him to the guest room. Meroy brewed some good tea for him and took out some delicious treats. They then had a brief chat; yet throughout the conversation, she never mentioned anything about Vivian. Hansen, at that moment, was clueless on what to do next.

“Young Master Hansen, try this, the gooseberry that I pickled myself. It is from the century-old tree in Ink Garden. It is good for the lungs. Believe it or not, it does wonders.” Meroy picked one with a toothpick and handed it to Hansen.

Hansen wasn’t in the mood to eat, but Meroy had already handed the gooseberry to him. Hence, he had no choice but to thank her and receive it. He took a bite of it before his expression changed at once.

What kind of fruit was this? It was so astringent and bitter! It couldn’t even be swallowed!

Despite this, Hansen steeled himself to swallow it. He did not spit it out, lest he hurt Meroy’s feelings.

“Young Master Hansen, don’t despise it because it doesn’t taste good. You will change your mind after a few more bites.” Meroy saw his expression. She pursed her lips and added hurriedly, “This is not available on the market. This tree was specially brought over from India by Madam Vivian. It is a very precious tree. Most people don’t like it at first, but they will love it later.”

Sure enough, after a while, as if Hansen’s mouth was honeyed with sweetness, he felt a refreshing sensation extending down to his throat and then to his stomach. Hansen only then realized the sweetness of the fruit. He couldn’t help but smile and praise it.

Hansen could not wait any longer. He cleared his throat and spoke, “Meroy, Grandma…”

“Young Master Hansen, please wait for a while.” Meroy walked to the bedroom. After a while, she walked out and whispered. “Young Master Hansen, Madam Vivian had just woken up. It’s time for her to read the newspaper. I have told her about your arrival. She told you to wait here first. You know, Madam Vivian has to read the newspaper at this time every day. Young Master Hansen, please stay here to wait for Madam Vivian if you have nothing to do. If there is something urgent, you might as well leave first and come back again when you are done.”

Upon hearing this, Hansen smiled and replied, “Meroy, I’ll wait. I am not in a rush anyway.”

“Sure, then you can stay here and have some tea and snacks. I will call you as soon as she is done,” promised Meroy since Hansen had agreed to wait for Vivan. With that, Meroy took the newspaper and quietly walked into Vivan’s room.

Hansen was bored; he flung himself onto the sofa as he took another two pieces of pickled gooseberry. Later, Hansen discovered that the gooseberry didn’t taste as astringent anymore; instead, it tasted sweet. He actually started loving it.

Before he knew it, he had waited for two hours.

Just when he was getting impatient, he saw Meroy come out with a smile and said to him, “I’m sorry, Young Master Hansen, for making you wait for such a long time. Madam Vivian is in a good mood today, hence she requests me to read more for her. You may now enter the room.”

“It’s okay. No worries.” Although Hansen felt miserable, he had to conceal his actual feelings. He walked in and wondered since when he had to wait so patiently for other people. However, this was his grandmother and she had to be respected.

It was winter. Vivian was afraid of the cold so the floor was covered with woolen carpets. Hansen took off his shoes and walked in lightly.

“Grandma.” Vivian was lying on the recliner chair and was covered with a thick cashmere blanket. Her face was ruddy, and she was in good spirits. Hearing Hansen’s voice, a loving smile spread across her face.

“Hansen, you’re here to see me.” She smiled kindly.

“Grandma, I’ve been a bit busy lately so I couldn’t visit you often. Please forgive me.” Hansen squatted down in front of Vivian, smiling, to cover up his embarrassment.

In recent years, the relationship between him and his grandmother had not been as close as in previous years. He felt ashamed to even think about the reason.

“You’re so talented, so naturally you’re busy. I will be happy if you can think about me often in your free time,” Vivian said lovingly, still smiling.

Hansen was even more ashamed, his smile tinged with a hint of awkwardness.

“Hansen, is there anything I can help with?” Vivian asked with concern.

Hansen raised his head and looked into his grandmother’s concerned eyes. For a moment, time seemed to have stopped moving. He felt like he had returned to his childhood. No matter what he did wrong, Vivian would always comfort him with a beam, “It’s okay. I trust him. He’s my grandson.”

Vivian had given him so much confidence in the past; he was forever grateful to his grandmother.

But had he done something wrong now?

Why did he feel the same as when he was young?

“Grandma, I just want to come and see you.” Hansen didn’t know where to start. He was stuttering as he said, “Grandma, Dad’s illness may get better. Jenna has arranged for him to undergo surgery overseas.”

When he mentioned Jenna, Hansen finally had a genuine smile on his face. He was glad that he was able to find a topic to talk about.

Vivian nodded happily. She stared at him and asked, “Hansen, did you let Jenna take care of your father’s surgery?”

“Yes, Grandma.” Hansen smiled gently.

“Do you believe her now? I remember that you hated her very much. You even held a grudge against me because of this.” Vivian was being straightforward. His ego was the least of her concern now.

That question made Hansen ashamed. His face flushed, and he did not dare to face his grandmother’s kind and sharp eyes.

“Grandma, I was really ignorant at the time and didn’t see the truth clearly. Please forgive me,” Hansen lowered his head and said, embarrassed.

Vivian remained calm, but the kind smile on her face had vanished. She had an expression that Hansen had never seen before; quiet, calm but also sad.

She was silent for a long time.

Hansen felt a little uneasy. He raised his head and saw the pain in his grandmother’s eyes. He was shocked and felt an unprecedented chill.

“Hansen, do you have anything to say to me?” The tone in Vivian’s voice was something Hansen had never heard before; desolate, helpless, yet, tinged with a trace of tranquility. It hit right into Hansen’s heart. He looked at her anxiously and her weather-beaten face. He then said seriously, “Yes, Grandma, I want to make it clear. The person I love is Jenna. Actually, the only person I ever loved is her. I didn’t listen to my heart before, but now I know better. I want to remarry her. It was my fault before. I’ve wronged her and you, Grandma. I am asking you to forgive me. I have made up my mind to marry only her in this life.”

Hansen declared solemnly. He thought that Vivian would be happy, for it was something she would be happy about.

However, he was wrong.

After listening to his words, Vivian didn’t show any joy on her face. It was even gloomier than it was in the beginning. Her eyes flashed and her expression fell once again.

The air felt suffocating, and Hansen felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Vivian did not smile and comfort him as though he was a little boy. He thought he would hear her say, “Hansen, learn your mistake. I believe in you. You will never make the same mistake again.”

Instead, he heard her reprimanding harshly.

“Hansen, do you have nothing to say to me except this?”

Hansen was confused. Looking at his grandmother, he shook his head blankly.

“Hansen, I’m asking you. What are you going to do about Aria?” Vivian’s voice rang out loudly, making Hansen quickly recover from the state of blankness.

“No, Grandma. Aria has nothing to do with me. I have already compensated her. She doesn’t know how to cherish our kindness. Besides, you’ve even agreed to let her live in Richards Manor. Three months have passed so she can leave now.” He was flustered, his words becoming incoherent.