Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 1193

"You're very good with words." Madam Elaine narrowed her eyes. Zachary could not see the emotions in her eyes and did not know what she was thinking about.

Yvonne still wasn't sure whether her grandmother had accepted Zachary or not.

"Mr. Lowe," the old lady spoke again. "You are clearly telling me that your marriage with Yvonne has nothing to do with us. You're just informing us, and we have no choice but to accept it whether we like it or not."

Zachary kept his smile and nodded. "Something like that."

"Huh." Madam Elaine sneered as her gaze turned sharp. "You're too arrogant."

Yvonne unconsciously called out, "Grandma."

Zachary tightened his grip on Yvonne's hand, indicating for her to calm down.

Yvonne was still worried as she looked at Zachary. He smiled at her warmly.

He held her hand and did not let go. Zachary did not intend to hide anything from Madam Elaine.

He quickly turned to the old lady and responded, "Grandma, I know you're angry that I left Yvonne and got her pregnant before getting married. You probably haven't gotten over this yet."

"I understand that, so I can accept whatever you say, even if it is not the result I want. I can also understand if you oppose our marriage."

"What I don't understand is that Yvonne is your granddaughter, and her happiness should be the top priority in this family, shouldn't it?"

"It seems that no one cares about her happiness. Instead, focusing elsewhere."

Elaine's face fell, and she frowned. "Are you lecturing me?"

"I wouldn't dare," Zachary replied. "Now, Yvonne is my wife, and I will give her the best of everything. There is nothing I could do about her sufferings in the Attwood family. Now that she is my wife, her happiness and sadness have everything to do with me.

"Are you reminding me that I can't lecture my granddaughter anymore?" Madam Elaine once again held back her anger as she glared at Zachary.

Zachary nodded slightly and admitted without hesitation, "Yes, that's what I mean."

Madam Elaine looked at them as if they were strangers.

She shifted her gaze from Zachary to Yvonne and asked, "Yvonne, is this what you think too?"

She froze. "I leave it to him."

Upon hearing this, the old lady did not move at all. It seemed that she was not surprised at all with this answer.

She sighed and answered, "You are grown up now, and others can't control you anymore. So, leave. Take your gifts, and never enter the Attwood family's gate."

Yvonne pursed her lips tightly.

Zachary's gaze grew sharper.

"Grandma." Zachary wanted to say something else.

Yvonne immediately stopped him. "Zachary, let's go."

Madam Elaine narrowed her eyes.

Yvonne quickly pulled him up from his seat.

She stood there in silence, the atmosphere growing tense.

It had always been this way in her home.

"Zachary, you should leave first," Yvonne said to Zachary.

He frowned. "Yvonne?"

"Go out first. I have a few words with Grandma." Yvonne looked calm; her eyes were filled with indications for him to leave first.

Zachary nodded slightly and answered, "I'll wait for you outside."

He understood that Madam Elaine was not someone that could be easily persuaded. She was not gentle towards Yvonne either.

"Now Grandpa is gone. Although I still have some affection towards the Attwood family, at the end of the day, this is not my home."

"From now on, Zachary and Maria will be my home and my future."

"I won't visit again. Take care."

After saying that, Yvonne strode off.

The moment she turned away, her tears started falling.

In the end, she was the idiot with the fantasy.

"Stop," Elaine yelled sternly.

Yvonne stopped, but she did not turn around.

The old lady stood up and walked to stand before Yvonne. Her expression was grim, and her gaze was sharp, as if she was about to swallow Yvonne whole.

However, Yvonne wasn't scared at all.

In fact, she had encountered this situation too many times. Her grandmother had always been very fierce towards her.

She was the one who held onto that fantasy and thought that her grandmother was not so cruel to her granddaughter in her heart.

But maybe it was all in her imagination.

Yvonne looked at the old lady, staring straight into her eyes.

"Smack!" There was a loud noise.

The old lady raised her hand, and a slap landed on Yvonne's face.

With a burning pain on her face, Yvonne's body stiffened, and her face was turned to the side.