Silence ensued over the call. Just when anyone might have thought the call was disconnected, Arwen, who knew her grandmother better than anyone, braced herself.
As she had guessed, Brenda finally spoke after a moment. "You got married?" her voice was low and measured, giving the familiar feeling of calm before the storm.
Arwen took a deep breath, steadying herself and her heart for the reaction she knew was coming. "Yes, Granna."
Brenda let out a slow exhale of disbelief. "And you didn’t tell me this before? To give me at least the hint of your plans?"
Arwen smiled faintly. She could almost picture her grandmother’s expression—a mixture of pride and annoyance. "If I had, would you really have let me go through with it?"
A pause came, and Arwen’s smile deepened. "Granna, I know you are different from Mom, but you both have a few things in common. Something as looking after me. And that alone is enough to tell me, you wouldn’t have allowed. You would have said something along the lines of like —there is not only one way to solve something, look for another way.
And at that moment, I truly felt that this one was the best."
A huff came from the other end, followed by Brenda’s begrudging chuckle. "Well, you are not wrong about that. But that still doesn’t justify your move, girl."
"And what if I say that I can justify it all?"
"How?" Brenda asked and her tone held a challenge as if she wanted to check what the Arwen had got in her treasure.
"Pretty effortlessly," Arwen replied, a soft laugh escaping her. "With my husband. His mere presence and attitude would say it all."
Brenda went silent again, the gears clearly turning. When she finally spoke, there was a hint of intrigue in her voice. "Alright then notify your husband to be prepared because I am in no way going easy on him."
Arwen paused at her words. Her brows knitted slowly in both concern and confusion. "What do you mean, Granna?"
The old woman chuckled, but rather than answering, the line went silent with the abrupt beep of disconnection.
Arwen removed the phone to check and like what she had thought the call was disconnected. She blankly stared at her phone for a moment. The concern between her brows grew almost palpable. She must not be thinking of making a tour back to Cralens, could she? She shook her head, denying the possibility that seemed the strongest at the time.
Although Arwen would have loved to have her grandmother back. But given the circumstances now, she heavily doubted. If she comes back now, it wouldn’t be just a simple return—rather it would be a return with an intention. And if it’s a return with intention, Brenda Davies wouldn’t definitely be going easy on anyone —not even on her.
As Arwen thought it over, a pang of guilt crept in. She wasn’t worried for herself, but Aiden … wouldn’t be getting dragged into it without any intention. She should have at least asked him about it before. Thinking that Arwen almost facepalmed herself. freēwebnovel.com
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