But Kathy's reaction was different from what I expected. She knew that I didn't like her, so she simply avoided me and even hid in the kitchen during meals.
I would have almost forgotten that there was still such a person in the house if it weren't for seeing her figure and her growing belly in the villa occasionally.
I only remembered that one night I was awakened by the baby's crying and then I knew that she had given birth to a child.
Kathy didn't ask me to find a confinement nanny for her, nor did she trouble me. She silently took care of the child herself, afraid of disturbing us.
She walked for so long last night without stopping, I feel guilty. No matter how bad my relationship was with my son, Kathy's child was still my grandson. I, as a grandmother, was so irresponsible.
Suddenly, a ringtone pulled me out of my memories.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Weston? I am your private banker. Your daughter, Angela, is holding a deposit slip and wants to withdraw money. Seeing the large amount, I wanted to confirm with you."
My face instantly turned cold. Angela dared to silently take away my money.
I coldly snorted, "I don't agree with her withdrawal. Don't give her a penny."