This dude Steven was now stickier than a swarm of locusts; no matter what Hannah did, she couldn’t seem to shake him off.
Steven went, "Hannah, I know you're not asleep. Look at me, give me a response, will ya?"
Hannah just stayed silent. She really wanted him to scram. But she knew, even if she told him to leave, he might not. As long as she responded to him, he'd just push his luck.
No matter what Steven said, Hannah just kept her eyes shut and mouth clamped, refusing to engage with him.
Just then, Rick scrambled in. "Mr. Dixon, Mrs. Dixon's parents are here."
Rick had been with Steven for years, knew him inside and out, knew that even though he seemed indifferent to Hannah on the surface, deep down he cared. So even though Hannah and Steven were divorced, Rick still referred to her as "Mrs. Dixon," and never changed it.
The rich folks in Harbor City, those who knew Steven, could tell his attitude towards her just from Rick's address to Hannah. So even though Hannah had left Steven, the rich folks in Harbor City still didn’t dare to mess with her easily.
Steven said, "Well, let them in then."
Hannah, hearing this, suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards the door. She wanted to see if it was her parents because she was not even sure if the "Mrs. Dixon" Rick was talking about was her.
In a short while, Rick brought in two silver-haired elders. "Please come in."
It wasun't that long ago when Hannah went home for the holidays, and her parents' hair wasn't that grey then. How did it become so grey in just a few months?
Not only was their hair grey but they seemed more stooped too.
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