Getting My Ex-wife Back novel Chapter 172

"Irritable, Hansen was pacing back and forth in the garden below Ink Garden. Deep down in his heart, he really wanted to enter the house; but he could not muster up the courage to do so yet."

"In the current situation, Hansen must get Vivian's support no matter what. Vivian had always liked Jenna so much; she would definitely support him."

"As long as Vivian insisted on her way, then Hansen would have the courage and excuse to reject Aria."

"Well then, it depended on whether he could put aside his ego to ask Vivian for a favor."

"Back then, Hansen repeatedly stressed that he hated Jenna, that he didn't like her and insisted on a divorce. But now, he had to beg Vivian to say that she liked Jenna. Hansen would marry no one other than Jenna. Yet, after all, he was a man. It was going to make him look bad if he kept going back on his word. Oh, how frustrating!"

"Hansen continued to pace up and down in exasperation. Christopher had reminded him to ask Vivian for help whenever he encountered a very serious problem. Now that he had indeed encountered a very serious problem, he needed to come and seek Vivan's help. However, even since the day Vivan arranged his marriage, he had become estranged from her. At the thought of this, Hansen could not help but feel guilty and anxious. "

"Hansen continued to walk around the garden. He was embarrassed to go in the house, but he didn't want to go back empty-handed."

"Old Madam, Young Master Hansen has been downstairs for a long time. Would you like to invite him in? Meroy had noticed Hansen pacing back and forth downstairs for quite some time. She knew that Hansen was prideful and was embarrassed to enter the house. Worried that Vivian's darling grandson would be left out in the cold, Meroy decided to inform Vivian about it immediately."

"However, Vivian didn't feel perturbed when she heard it."

"Instead, she spoke expressionlessly, ""Don't worry about him. Leave him alone. He has to take care of the troubles he made himself. We are well-known, wealthy people. We don't condone our members to do such shameful things."""

Meroy immediately zipped her lips.

Hansen took out his cigarette and took a few puffs before he finally made up his mind and walked upstairs.

"Meroy, is Grandma asleep? asked Hansen softly. As soon as he walked to Vivian's bedroom, he saw Meroy watering the flowers on the steps. He remembered that Meroy used to spend her free time whenever Vivian was asleep to water the flowers that Vivan liked."

"Young Master Hansen, you're here. Meroy raised her head and glanced at Hansen, smiling cordially. ""Come in and sit down. It's cold outside."""

"Hansen grinned as Meroy brought him to the guest room. Meroy brewed some good tea for him and took out some delicious treats. They then had a brief chat; yet throughout the conversation, she never mentioned anything about Vivian. Hansen, at that moment, was clueless on what to do next."

"Young Master Hansen, try this, the gooseberry that I pickled myself. It is from the century-old tree in Ink Garden. It is good for the lungs. Believe it or not, it does wonders. Meroy picked one with a toothpick and handed it to Hansen."

"Hansen wasn't in the mood to eat, but Meroy had already handed the gooseberry to him. Hence, he had no choice but to thank her and receive it. He took a bite of it before his expression changed at once."

What kind of fruit was this? It was so astringent and bitter! It couldn't even be swallowed!

"Despite this, Hansen steeled himself to swallow it. He did not spit it out, lest he hurt Meroy's feelings. "

"Young Master Hansen, don't despise it because it doesn't taste good. You will change your mind after a few more bites. Meroy saw his expression. She pursed her lips and added hurriedly, ""This is not available on the market. This tree was specially brought over from India by Madam Vivian. It is a very precious tree. Most people don't like it at first, but they will love it later."""

"Sure enough, after a while, as if Hansen's mouth was honeyed with sweetness, he felt a refreshing sensation extending down to his throat and then to his stomach. Hansen only then realized the sweetness of the fruit. He couldn't help but smile and praise it."

"Hansen could not wait any longer. He cleared his throat and spoke, ""Meroy, Grandma..."" "

"Young Master Hansen, please wait for a while. Meroy walked to the bedroom. After a while, she walked out and whispered. ""Young Master Hansen, Madam Vivian had just woken up. It's time for her to read the newspaper. I have told her about your arrival. She told you to wait here first. You know, Madam Vivian has to read the newspaper at this time every day. Young Master Hansen, please stay here to wait for Madam Vivian if you have nothing to do. If there is something urgent, you might as well leave first and come back again when you are done."""

"Upon hearing this, Hansen smiled and replied, ""Meroy, I'll wait. I am not in a rush anyway."""

"Sure, then you can stay here and have some tea and snacks. I will call you as soon as she is done, promised Meroy since Hansen had agreed to wait for Vivan. With that, Meroy took the newspaper and quietly walked into Vivan's room."

"Hansen was bored; he flung himself onto the sofa as he took another two pieces of pickled gooseberry. Later, Hansen discovered that the gooseberry didn't taste as astringent anymore; instead, it tasted sweet. He actually started loving it."

"Before he knew it, he had waited for two hours."

"Just when he was getting impatient, he saw Meroy come out with a smile and said to him, ""I'm sorry, Young Master Hansen, for making you wait for such a long time. Madam Vivian is in a good mood today, hence she requests me to read more for her. You may now enter the room."""

"It's okay. No worries. Although Hansen felt miserable, he had to conceal his actual feelings. He walked in and wondered since when he had to wait so patiently for other people. However, this was his grandmother and she had to be respected."

It was winter. Vivian was afraid of the cold so the floor was covered with woolen carpets. Hansen took off his shoes and walked in lightly.

"Grandma. Vivian was lying on the recliner chair and was covered with a thick cashmere blanket. Her face was ruddy, and she was in good spirits. Hearing Hansen's voice, a loving smile spread across her face."