Chapter 1522 - 1563: Awakened in Shock

Although Mireille Yowell was young, she understood the meaning of her mother’s words and immediately showed a worried expression.

"Alright, since the deed is done, don’t dwell on it. Mommy will speak to Grandpa May for you, so Jeremiah won’t blame you," Grace Yowell said, then took her daughter’s hand and approached Mrs. Landon and Mr. May.

"Grandma, Grandpa May." Mireille Yowell immediately called out affectionately, then ran over to hug Mrs. Landon, showing a very close appearance.

Even at her young age, she clearly understood that her grandmother was her biggest support. As long as her grandmother loved her, it wouldn’t matter even if she made mistakes at the Landon Family or the May Family.

Mrs. Landon smiled softly and gently patted Mireille Yowell’s head.

"Oh, about that, Mr. May, just now, Mireille was playing with the servant’s child and accidentally ripped a poster. The child is a bit clueless and even made the other child cry, too naughty," Grace Yowell said in a tone full of indulgent helplessness.

Mireille Yowell naturally understood this was the excuse her mother made up for her, so she pouted and said, "How was I to know she would cry so easily? At worst, I’ll just give her another poster."

"It’s just a poster, not a big deal. It’s normal for kids to make mistakes while playing. Isabella, don’t blame Mireille," Mr. May said.

Grace Yowell smiled, and Mireille Yowell also flatteringly said to Mr. May, "I knew Grandpa May loves me!"

The car had already arrived, and as Mrs. Landon was about to get in, she suddenly glanced toward the back of May Garden.

"What is it, Clover?" Mr. May asked.

"Suddenly... I want to see the child named Ivy that I saw earlier," Mrs. Landon said, and at this moment, a wave of inexplicable reluctance surged in her heart.

Grace Yowell’s heart trembled slightly. She had been with Mrs. Landon for three years and had never seen her care so much about a child, especially after just being troubled by Mireille.

"Grandma, do you like Ivy and not me anymore?" Mireille Yowell pouted, looking unhappy. She didn’t like hearing her grandmother mention Ivy, and grabbing Mrs. Landon’s hand, she said, "Grandma, let’s go home."

Mrs. Landon showed a trace of difficulty, and Mr. May, on the side, frowned slightly.

Grace Yowell quickly said, "Mireille is just jealous. How could that be? Grandma loves you so much, how could she not like you? Mom, right?"

Mrs. Landon looked at the woman in front of her; this was her daughter, the daughter she had longed for all these years. Finally, they were reunited, and her daughter’s child was her granddaughter. How could she not love her?

"Yes, Mireille, Grandma loves you," Mrs. Landon said, and eventually got in the car with Grace Yowell and Mireille Yowell without insisting on seeing Ivy again.

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"Ah!" A cry of surprise, and Mabel Quinn suddenly opened her eyes, springing up from the bed.

Immediately, the bedside lamp was turned on, and Kyle Kinston sat up, looking at his wife with a worried expression. "What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Lately, she had been having nightmares often.

Mabel Quinn’s face was pale, her forehead and body covered in cold sweat, her almond eyes full of terror. "I... I saw Ivy covered in blood, crying... Ivy was crying..." she murmured, her lips trembling.