Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 10 Patricia ended up worse off than I'd imagined. The stroke landed her in the hospital for two weeks. Minor, but enough to leave her weak, shaky, and completely dependent on someone else. That someone wasn't going to be Jordan. The day she got discharged, he and his wife had already skipped town-packed up in the middle of the night, didn't she got disc leave a forwarding address, didn't answer her calls. Garrett? He was barely keeping himself afloat. No job. Drowning in debt. He'd moved into a basement studio in one of those neighborhoods where you don't walk alone after dark.

Patricia had nowhere else to go. So she moved in with him. No windows. Mold on the walls. Shared bathroom down the hall. The kind of place you see in documentaries about poverty. She lasted three days before she showed up at my door. I was in the middle of directing the movers when I heard the knock. Opened the door. There she was. She looked like she'd aged ten years. Clothes wrinkled. Hair greasy. Eyes sunken and desperate. She saw the boxes stacked everywhere and panic flickered across her face. "You're... you're moving again?" "Yeah," I said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Selling this place. Buying something closer to my daughter's new school. Good schools matter, you know." I said it the same way she used to talk about my daughter not being "good enough." Her face went pale. Then she forced a smile-thin, pleading, pathetic. "Jane... honey... look at me. I'm-I'm in a bad place. Please. Just let me stay with you. I'll help with the house, I'll watch the baby, I'll do anything-" She reached for my hand. I stepped back. Then she turned to my daughter, tried to grab her, play the grandma card. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa!

6.8% My daughter recoiled like she'd touched something dirty. Wrinkled her nose. "Mommy, she smells bad." Kids don't lie. That one word-bad-hit Patricia like a slap. I watched her face crumble, watched whatever was left of her pride shatter right there in my doorway. She swayed on her feet, looked like she might pass out. I crouched down, smoothed my daughter's hair, then looked up at Patricia with the faintest smile. "What about those grandsons of yours? The ones who got the big red envelopes? Why aren't they taking care of you?" Her eyes filled with tears. She knew.

Jordan wanted nothing to do with her. And she knew it. That's when Garrett showed up. Stumbling up the stairs, reeking of cheap whiskey, looking like he hadn't showered in days. He saw Patricia and his face twisted with disgust. at the hell are you doing here?!" he shouted at her. "You trying to embarrass me even more?!" flinched. "If you hadn't opened your damn mouth at that party, I'd still have a life! This is your fault! All of it!" He was screaming at his own mother. Blaming her for everything-his job, his debt, his girlfriend leaving, all of it.

Patricia just stood there, shaking, staring at him like she didn't recognize him. The son she'd spoiled. The son she'd protected. The son she'd chosen over everyone else. And now he hated her. She started crying. Not the loud, dramatic kind. The quiet, broken kind. The kind that comes when you realize you've lost everything and everyone. I didn't say anything. I stepped back inside and closed the door-slowly, calmly-and turned the lock. Click. 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa!

7.0% I leaned against it for a second, listening to the muffled sounds fade as they walked away. When I turned around, the movers were still at it, and my daughter was in the corner playing with her toys, humming to herself. Everything was quiet. Clean. Mine. I took a breath. (1) (0) 12:38 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 7.3% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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