True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1193

"You're very good with words." Madam Elaine narrowed her eyes. Zachary could not see the emotions in her eyes and did not know what she was thinking about.

Yvonne still wasn't sure whether her grandmother had accepted Zachary or not.

"Mr. Lowe," the old lady spoke again. "You are clearly telling me that your marriage with Yvonne has nothing to do with us. You're just informing us, and we have no choice but to accept it whether we like it or not."

Zachary kept his smile and nodded. "Something like that."

"Huh." Madam Elaine sneered as her gaze turned sharp. "You're too arrogant."

Yvonne unconsciously called out, "Grandma."

Zachary tightened his grip on Yvonne's hand, indicating for her to calm down.

Yvonne was still worried as she looked at Zachary. He smiled at her warmly.

He held her hand and did not let go. Zachary did not intend to hide anything from Madam Elaine.

He quickly turned to the old lady and responded, "Grandma, I know you're angry that I left Yvonne and got her pregnant before getting married. You probably haven't gotten over this yet."

"I understand that, so I can accept whatever you say, even if it is not the result I want. I can also understand if you oppose our marriage."

"What I don't understand is that Yvonne is your granddaughter, and her happiness should be the top priority in this family, shouldn't it?"

"It seems that no one cares about her happiness. Instead, focusing elsewhere."

Elaine's face fell, and she frowned. "Are you lecturing me?"

"I wouldn't dare," Zachary replied. "Now, Yvonne is my wife, and I will give her the best of everything. There is nothing I could do about her sufferings in the Attwood family. Now that she is my wife, her happiness and sadness have everything to do with me.

"Are you reminding me that I can't lecture my granddaughter anymore?" Madam Elaine once again held back her anger as she glared at Zachary.

Zachary nodded slightly and admitted without hesitation, "Yes, that's what I mean."

Madam Elaine looked at them as if they were strangers.

She shifted her gaze from Zachary to Yvonne and asked, "Yvonne, is this what you think too?"

She froze. "I leave it to him."

Upon hearing this, the old lady did not move at all. It seemed that she was not surprised at all with this answer.

She sighed and answered, "You are grown up now, and others can't control you anymore. So, leave. Take your gifts, and never enter the Attwood family's gate." Yvonne pursed her lips tightly.

Zachary's gaze grew sharper.

"Grandma." Zachary wanted to say something else.

Yvonne immediately stopped him. "Zachary, let's go."

Madam Elaine narrowed her eyes.

Yvonne quickly pulled him up from his seat.

She stood there in silence, the atmosphere growing tense.

It had always been this way in her home.

"Zachary, you should leave first," Yvonne said to Zachary.

He frowned. "Yvonne?"

"Go out first. I have a few words with Grandma." Yvonne looked calm; her eyes were filled with indications for him to leave first. Zachary nodded slightly and answered, "I'll wait for you outside."

He understood that Madam Elaine was not someone that could be easily persuaded. She was not gentle towards Yvonne either.

He was furious, and he had tried hard to restrain his own anger and be polite towards Madam Elaine. However, it seemed that that did not work with the old lady. Zachary opened the door and went out.

Only Elaine and Yvonne were left in the room.

Only now did Yvonne look at her grandmother and say softly, "Grandma, I know I shouldn't have come back."

"You're already here, and yet you're saying that you shouldn't. Aren't you contradicting yourself?" Madam Elaine was still the same. Her words were as harsh as ever. Yvonne chuckled softly, tears flickering in her eyes.

"Yeah, I always contradict myself." She took a deep breath and sighed. "When I was twelve, I overheard your conversation with Grandpa in the room. You said that you should let me follow my mother. That I was a brat, and I was dead weight in the Attwood family. It was useless to take care of me for so long."

Madam Elaine paused. A trace of shock flashed across her eyes.

It seemed that she hadn't expected Yvonne to say that.

Yvonne laughed. She tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, not allowing them to flow out.

She smiled and took another deep breath.

"I can see that you're surprised to know that I've heard your conversation with Grandpa. Yes, I heard everything," Yvonne continued with a smile. "I heard how much you detest me and how much you detest my mother. You think that my mother has brought shame to the Attwood family." "But Grandma, how good of a man is your son? Is a man who cheats on his wife a good man?"

"You did not blame your son for cheating. Instead, you chose to blame the wife, who did not do anything wrong. Isn't that unfair to a woman?"

"Isn't it all because I was a girl and not a boy?"

"Grandma, if I were a boy, would you have treated me so coldly?" "Unfortunately, although my surname is Attwood, from your point of view, I am not a member of the Attwood family." "You would only acknowledge the men in our family."

"You are also a woman. How could you hold so much prejudice towards women?"

"If it weren't for Grandpa, I would have been kicked out of the house a long time ago. To be honest, I am not sorry to you at all, I am only sorry to my grandfather."

"Now Grandpa is gone. Although I still have some affection towards the Attwood family, at the end of the day, this is not my home."

"From now on, Zachary and Maria will be my home and my future."

"I won't visit again. Take care."

After saying that, Yvonne strode off.

The moment she turned away, her tears started falling.

In the end, she was the idiot with the fantasy.

"Stop," Elaine yelled sternly.

Yvonne stopped, but she did not turn around.

The old lady stood up and walked to stand before Yvonne. Her expression was grim, and her gaze was sharp, as if she was about to swallow Yvonne whole. However, Yvonne wasn't scared at all.

In fact, she had encountered this situation too many times. Her grandmother had always been very fierce towards her.

She was the one who held onto that fantasy and thought that her grandmother was not so cruel to her granddaughter in her heart.

But maybe it was all in her imagination.

Yvonne looked at the old lady, staring straight into her eyes.

"Smack!" There was a loud noise.

The old lady raised her hand, and a slap landed on Yvonne's face.

With a burning pain on her face, Yvonne's body stiffened, and her face was turned to the side.