Beyond The Divorce - Season 5 Episode 17

Grace was petrified as she stared at me, trying to determine if I was telling the truth. She also observed

my expression to see if I was being nice. She looked skeptical as she gazed at my seemingly gentle

demeanor.

I realized why some people hated others. It was because of the things they did in the past.

Finally, Grace looked away and mumbled, “I–I just… want to see her.”

My heart softened as I looked at Grace. It had been nearly half a year since she saw Ava. The last time

might’ve been when they stayed at my place before my divorce. They probably hadn’t met since then.

I knew it must’ve taken a lot of courage for Grace to stand here now. I calmly said, “You have my number,

so you can call me whenever you want to see her.”

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She looked at me doubtfully and said, “Y–You’ll… allow me to see her? You’re not going to… stop me?”

I answered, “I never said you couldn’t see Ava. I just don’t want you to disturb or hurt her normal life. I

won’t stop you if you can do that.”

Grace became teary–eyed and dropped her guard. She looked at me pitifully as she trembled. “How could

I hurt her? She’s my…”

She glanced at me before continuing. “She’s my granddaughter.

I led her to the shade of a tree and gave her a pack of tissues from my bag. Then, I fetched a water bottle

from the car. She had been waiting for quite some time and was sweating profusely.

Grace still seemed wary of me, maybe even resentful. I realized she had always resented me living in this

house. She had lived through hard times and had developed a strong attachment to this type of house,

which she watched me “occupy” with envy.

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I took out my phone and called my mom, asking if they had come out yet. I informed her that Grace was

waiting at the gate and wanted to see Ava.

My mom remained silent on the phone, but I understood her reluctance. After all, the harm the Murphys

Inflicted on us was hard to overcome.

Grace observed my expression as I made the call. She looked sad as she gripped the water bottle, orumping it. Finally, my mom reluctantly agreed, and I sighed in relief before asking my mom, “Should I

come in and get you?”

No need. We’re coming out now, my mom still sounded reluctant.

I hung up the phone and looked at Grace, comforting her, “They’ll be out in a moment. Don’t worry.”

“Ah… okay…” Grace nodded as if relieved of a burden. She checked herself over and smoothed her hair before wiping the sweat off her forehead.

It pained my heart to see that. If Grace were my mom, seeing her so sad would have killed me. I felt her. sadness from a mother’s perspective. She seemed embarrassed in my presence, so she moved back under the scorching sun and stood at the gate.

She craned her neck to peer inside while I watched from afar. I noticed Grace looked anxious and modest, but I couldn’t leave for fear the situation might turn unpleasant.

Finally, I saw Grace smile as she stood still, as if she feared losing sight of Ava. As my daughter got closer, Grace grew more anxious. The latter was eager to enter the gate but had no key card.

A moment later, Ava noticed her. It seemed my mom hadn’t told her that Grace was waiting at the gate. Ava was surprised and held my mom’s hand. My daughter was hesitant and unwilling to greet Grace,

looking conflicted.

Ava looked up at my mom, unwilling to take another step.