Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 249

It's getting cooler, as if the temperature was dropping every day.

Although the heating system in the north had always been good, there were many drawbacks. The air quality was poor and it seemed to be hard to get a clear blue sky.

During the lunch break, Wendy often stood at the window and looked out. She felt that the misty sky was the same as her mood.

In recent days, she didn't have much appetite. Her colleagues helped her to order food. Most of the time, she just took a few bites and then put it down.

The phone rang, and it was from Aunt Emma. She asked her on the phone, "Wendy, I have packed up your grandmother's stuff. Are you taking them back?"

Wendy thought for a moment, one more day and it's the weekend, "I'll take them back."

On Friday night, she bought a train ticket. After taking a whole night's train, she returned to the countryside again.

Wendy stood alone in the yard for a long time.

The shed outside had been demolished on the day of the funeral, and it's quiet inside and outside of the courtyard. She looked at the front door of the house, feeling that her grandmother's staggering figure would step out of the door. There was some noise outside the door, and a slightly fat figure walked in.

Aunt Emma saw that Wendy's just standing there, lost in thought. She hurried forward and found that Wendy's body was cold. "Wendy, it's so cold outside. What are you doing standing there? Don't catch a cold. Come on, get in the house!"

Wendy nodded and followed Aunt Emma into the house.

How much stuff can an old lady have? Grandma didn't leave much behind, and it's all packed up. In fact, they were all clothes and things that Grandma usually wore and use. Wendy was just keeping them as a reminder of her grandmother.

She took out a wooden comb from her bag, which was one that Grandma used to comb her gray hair with. Grandma once said that with one little comb, you can brush away all your worries.

Wendy touched it carefully as if it were a treasure.

Aunt Emma looked at Wendy and couldn't help but wipe her eyes. She really felt sorry for Wendy.

Wendy put the wooden comb back into her bag carefully. "Aunt Emma, I've been dreaming about my grandmother for the past two days and how she smiles at me."

"You miss her too much!" Aunt Emma sighed.

"Yes..." Wendy nodded in a trance. "I still don't want to believe it. Grandma was recovering well. Why did she suddenly pass away..."

Aunt Emma nodded again and again but she seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said hesitantly, "Wendy, I've been so busy since your grandmother left. There's something I forgot to tell you..."

"What's it?" Wendy was puzzled.

"There was a visitor at noon the day your grandmother died." Aunt Emma recalled and said.

"Someone's here? Who?" Wendy was even more puzzled.

Grandma had no other relatives long ago, and it was always Grandma and Wendy who were dependent on each other for so many years.

"I'm not sure. It seems that she's also surnamed Lim. She's dressed beautifully and looks like a young lady from a rich family. I know the bag she's carrying because I've heard my daughter mention it before. It's called Hermes! But that lady's temper is not good. I think she's a spoiled child at first glance. It looks like she's looking at others with her nose..."

When Wendy heard this, she already had a guess in mind.

Many of the characteristics Aunt Emma described pointed to one person.