"Aunt May!" Lana Fern was evidently a bit nervous. She lowered her head deferentially, "Please don't be upset. I have no ill intentions. After all, if not for some things, Mr. Cheney should have been my brother-in-law. How could I not wish for his well-being..."
"Qiana hasn't treated the Fern Family poorly. Over the years, I've heard that Sylvan often visited you all in Lonton. There's a story called 'Mr. Dongguo'; I hope you won't become the villains of the story." Aunt May's voice was gentle, carrying a calm unique to her age.
Even if her heart was turbulent, with waves surging, she clearly knew what thoughts should and shouldn't linger.
She was no longer a girl in her twenties.
"Aunt May, the Fern Family has always held a sense of gratitude towards the Cheney Family, without any grievances. It's just that back then, Mr. Cheney's mother wished on her deathbed for Mr. Cheney to marry my sister, but Mr. Cheney broke his word."
