Chapter 902: Hiding at Grandma’s House

"I didn’t expect it either," Chloe Reed murmured.

Fiona Linton looked at her and asked, "What if he goes to your grandmother to plead his case? If she actually helps him, what will you do?"

Chloe’s tone was resolute. "Grandma won’t help him."

Fiona was surprised. "You’re that sure?"

"Yes." Chloe nodded. The old lady had always known that she wanted a divorce and was fully aware of the life she had endured in the past. Her grandmother had always stood by her side. She wouldn’t change her mind so easily just because of something Walker Grant did.

"Grandma is your strongest backing," Fiona said enviously. "It must feel so reassuring. No matter when you look back, there’s always a bright light shining just a short distance behind you. Whenever you want, you can go back and feel that warmth. It’s truly something to yearn for."

Fiona slightly lowered her eyes. She used to have that too, but it had all been destroyed.

In the old villa.

Walker Grant took a sip of his tea. Hearing slow footsteps approaching, he set down his cup and said gently, "Grandma."

The old lady sat down on a single sofa. She acknowledged him with a soft hum before asking, "You wouldn’t come over here all by yourself for no reason. Tell me, what happened?"

Hearing this, Walker lowered his head slightly, a trace of desolation coloring his tone. "Grandma, Chloe wants to divorce me."

The old lady looked mildly surprised. "Hasn’t she always wanted to divorce you?"

"But I don’t want to, Grandma. I love her so much. I don’t want to be separated from her," Walker said. Instead of wearing a white gauze bandage, he wore dark sunglasses, which made the sharp, structured contours of his face appear even more striking. He turned his head slightly toward the old lady’s direction and pleaded, "Grandma, will you please help me?"

He was out of options, so he had come to the old lady in hopes that she could help him.

The old lady sighed softly. "Walker, I can tell that you really do love our Chloe. You are willing to do anything for her."

Walker tensed, his hands tightening slightly, but he maintained a calm expression. He didn’t interrupt, simply listening as she continued.

"Your love is genuine, but the harm you’ve caused is also genuine. Chloe tried time and time again until her heart finally gave out. Perhaps separating would be best for both of you?" The old lady’s voice was weathered but kind.

Even though her words weren’t sharp, Walker felt a continuous, stabbing pain from the heart beating in his chest.

His voice grew strained. "But, Grandma..."

"Walker, you’ve gone through quite a lot over the past six months," the old lady gently interrupted. "Perhaps after you two separate, you’ll be able to return to a normal life. Don’t keep yourself strung so tightly. Let things take their natural course, alright?"

She knew exactly what he wanted to say, and she had guessed his purpose the moment he came looking for her. He must have been driven into a corner by Chloe’s final decision.

Just as Chloe Reed had said, the old lady stood firmly on Chloe’s side. No matter what happened, she would only ever be Chloe’s backing.

Walker fell silent. He understood the old lady’s thoughts and her stance.

After a long while, he finally spoke. "Then... I might have to bother you for a few days, Grandma."

"What’s this about bothering me? I’m very happy you could come. Dinner is already prepared, so come and eat," the old lady said with a smile. She stood up and helped guide him to the dining room.

Evading the issue was the worst possible strategy, but right now, he truly had no other options left.