Yvan found himself at a loss for words under his grandmother's stern gaze, and all he could do was turn to leave once again.
"Stop right there!" his grandmother shouted, "Are you trying to defy me? Yvan, marrying Rachel - does that make you feel wronged?"
"It's not about feeling wronged, Grandma. Have you ever respected what I want?" Yvan turned back, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Can you please not meddle and make things worse? We haven't settled our issues yet..."
"Me, meddling?" His grandmother, not waiting to hear Yvan out, was trembling with anger at just the first part of his response. "Fine, fine, my precious grandson has grown up, thinking he knows best. I suppose Grandma doesn't count for anything now, does she?"
Dealing with the older generation was proving to be a challenge for Yvan. Arguing directly with his grandmother didn't seem right, so he pushed down his frustration, "Grandma, if you think I'm being disobedient, then I'll just move out of the Boyd residence."
With that, Yvan grabbed his blazer from the couch and headed for the door, only for Rachel to swiftly wheel herself after him, "Yvan, wait..."
He hesitated.
To him, Rachel seemed different... Not the Rachel he knew from before.
And he wasn't the same Yvan either. They had both changed; people's hearts are too easily swayed.
"Yvan, are you blaming me? If you don’t want to, you don’t have to marry me..."
Each of Rachel's words was laden with unspoken sorrow, yet she bore it all for Yvan. Her voice moved him, and turning back to see her eyes brimming with tears, he couldn't help but think of Matilda.
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