Granny Elma quietly stared at Marita, diligently gazing at the bracelet in her frail hand with a small, sad smile. Her thin lips quivered a little, as if she were trying to suppress her tears within after confessing about her unforgettable first love.
However, even though Granny Elma and Marita didn't share the same blood, she had always considered Marita no less than her daughter. Thus, to make her feel comfortable, with a deep exhale, she broke the silence first, "A woman…huh? Looking at how pretty this bracelet still looks, despite it being old, I can already imagine how gorgeous that woman must be…"
With a few gentle taps, when Granny Elma mumbled in a genial voice, Marita lifted her grim ocean eyes at her and pursed her lips before urging, "Granny…are you… disgusted by me?"
"Huh? What for?"
"I…I just…told you…I have always loved a woman despite giving birth to my beautiful Kyle… So…aren't you disgusted by hearing it?"
