Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 374

"Alright." Solemnly, Lomen nodded before he took his leave.

After he left, Trevor could no longer sit still.

He paced around the room a few times before he walked out and headed towards Ink Garden.

Meroy was reading the newspaper for Vivian Delia, who had her eyes closed as though she was about to fall asleep.

Upon the doorbell's soft ringing, Meroy rushed to get it.

Trevor was at the door.

"Mr. Richards, you're here," she greeted him with a smile.

Trevor nodded his head. With an anxious look on his face, he asked softly and cautiously, "Has Old Madam woken up yet?"

"Yes." Meroy smiled and replied, "Mr. Richards, please come in. Old Madam has already reminded me to let you in whenever you drop by."

Trevor nodded. He walked to the bedroom, took his shoes off, and entered the room, padding on the woolly carpet.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" Trevor walked in and bent down as he asked Vivian.

"Trevor, here you are." Vivian opened her eyes. There was a hint of a benign smile in them. "Have a seat."

"Okay, Mom." Trevor sat across from her, smiling faintly.

"Where's Hansen? Why haven't I seen him?" Vivian asked the moment he sat down. It seemed that she had not seen Hansen for a long time. Now that age was catching up to her, her affection for the family was growing increasingly strong.

Trevor caught the loneliness in her eyes. He answered in a hurry, "Mom, Hansen is on a business trip."

"Oh, I see. It's no wonder I haven't seen him in a long time," Vivian said, looking distracted.

"Mom, I've got some good news for you." Trevor could not bear to look at Vivian being distraught. The matter she was most anxious about was Hansen's marriage. He was almost 30 years old, but not only was he without his own family, all he did was to immerse himself in work. Where he was concerned, Vivian would always be worried.

"What good news?" Vivian narrowed her eyes. To her, whichever project had succeeded or however much money was earned, they were not considered as good news. Such things could not last long if they were not maintained well. They would only be temporary benefits. The most important thing was still having a growing family. The feeling grew more apparent after Norton had been expelled from Richards Manor.

Richards Manor at the moment was somewhat deserted. The 20 million dollars spent on the feast had only yielded a boisterous event for a day or two. After that, Jenna and Sabrina had left the manor, one after another. The manor then became colder and colder each day. As an old woman, she could feel the desolation creeping from the depths of her bones.

"Mom, this, no doubt, is a good news. You'll definitely be happy." Trevor took out his phone, chuckling.

Vivian smiled evasively.

"Mom, you now have a great-grandson. Hansen has a son," Trevor said excitedly, pitching his voice.

Vivian widened her eyes, as if she had not heard it clearly. She stared at Trevor, dumbstruck.

"Mother, you now have a great-grandson. You've become a great-grandmother. Hansen has a son." Trevor knew she was incredulous. Hence, he repeated it loudly again.

"What did you say? Hansen has a son, and I'm now a great-grandmother?" Though she heard it clearly, she still could not believe her ears. Her face began to glow. Her eyes were glistening, awaiting for Trevor's answer expectantly.

"That's right, Mom. Look, this right here, is your great-grandson." Trevor nodded with certainty. In order to convince her, he handed his phone to her and helped her put on her reading glasses.