"Actually, why do you hate Sarah so much?"
Mrs. Collins fell silent when she heard her husband's question. Why did she hate the woman who had married his son?
"I know you didn't do it because she was poor, or because her status was different from ours. I know you don't hate the poor," continued Mr. Collins when his wife remained silent.
He had been with her for a very long time, so he knew that she was not a woman who looked down on the poor. She even manages fundraisers to help the poor, to do charities that sometimes don't have profit.
So, Mr. Collins did not understand his wife who hated Sarah so much.
"That's because she grew up in an orphanage," Mrs. Collins replied casually.
Mr. Collins's expression immediately changed to surprise when he heard his wife's answer. He, who was leaning, even leaned forward to be able to see his wife's face clearly.
"Just because of that?" asked Mr. Collins, who had no idea that she hated Sarah just because she had no parents.
Mrs. Collins nodded.
"I have absolutely no problem with poor people, but it depends on what kind of person," said Mrs. Collins, looking at her husband. "About the woman, we don't know what her parents are, whether they have a criminal record, or so on. Her mother may have worked as a prostitute and gave birth to her. We never know."
Mr. Collins' mouth opened when he heard his wife's explanation. He was completely at a loss for words. His wife hated Sarah for such absurd reasons?
"You really leave me speechless," said Mr. Collins, leaning back.
"Let's just say what you think is true, about Sarah's family, but isn't Sarah not like that? The little girl struggled alone, worked hard to achieve her dream of becoming a doctor, and she even became a surgeon!" said Mr. Collins who was trying to show the positive side of Sarah he saw to his wife.
There weren't many people like Sarah that Mr. Collins had met in his life. Not only was the woman a hard worker, she was also kind and gentle. His son was so lucky to have found such a woman, but he let her go.
Mrs. Collins was silent when she heard those words.
"The point is, I just don't like her!" Mrs. Collins insisted.
Mr. Collins sighed when he heard that. His wife was really stubborn.
"Well… maybe you should learn to like her. After all, she is the mother of your grandson. Michael has no plans to remarry, so you have no choice but to like Sarah," Mr. Collins suggested.
"I knew you wouldn't be so heartless to let our grandchildren part with their Mother."
Mrs. Collins was silent when she heard her husband's words. As her husband said, she didn't have the heart to do such a thing, but… she would see first how that woman had been educating her grandson over the years.
If she didn't do it right, then there was no other choice. After all, his grandsons had Collins' blood in them, and she wasn't going to let it get dirty because of that woman's indistinct blood!
***
That evening, Mrs. Collins had arrived at her house. She did take care of her husband, but she didn't want to sleep and rest in the hospital. So she decided to commute to the hospital every day.
The housekeeper immediately informed her that something had been sent for Mrs. Collins. The old woman's face immediately smiled after taking it. It was the red bag she ordered this morning.
The clock finally showed ten o'clock, and Mrs. Collins was now in her king-size bed. She looked very lonely with only herself on the bed.
The old woman tried to change her sleeping position several times, looking for a comfortable position to sleep in, but it seemed that today she couldn't sleep easily either. Her mind was filled with her two grandchildren whom she had never seen at all.
She's curious!
"That kid should have given us their picture if he wanted to tell us we had grandchildren!" said Mrs. Collins irritably then quickly got up and sat up from her bed.
The old woman then took out her cellphone, tried to contact Michael and asked the man to provide a photo of her grandchildren so she could at least know what they looked like.
However, when she had found contact with her son's name, she became hesitant to press the call button. What if she disturbs her sleeping son?
Mrs. Collins immediately nodded, right, by now Michael might be resting after a tiring day. She better not disturb her son.
However, she was curious and couldn't sleep at the moment!
The old woman then seemed to be silent as she sat on the edge of her bed, trying to think what she should do now.
It seemed the old woman had found it because suddenly her hand moved and called someone.
"Hello, you know where Michael lives, right?" asked Mrs. Collins matter-of-factly.
"Starting tomorrow, do scouts in the apartment and take photos of the children seen with Michael. They are five years old."
After telling her private secretary what to do, Mrs. Collins immediately went back to trying to sleep. She didn't know if Michael would give her a photo of the two kids, so she'd better do it this way.
She couldn't wait to see the results of her orders!
***
After the Twins went into their room to sleep, Michael immediately turned on his laptop which was placed on the living room table, and sat down on the fur rug placed in the living room area.
He actually had his desk on the second floor, or he could even use his desk in his room, but Michael had become comfortable sitting on the floor like this, occasionally taking in the view from the balcony.
Michael's facial expression that previously looked friendly to play with his children, now turned serious when he started doing his work.
These four days his work had often been neglected because he was trying to become a father, so he had to make up for it by working gently like this.
The atmosphere in the apartment, which was silent because all the occupants had slept, began to be filled by the sound of the keyboard being pressed.
Michael, who had been focused on typing something on his laptop keyboard, immediately turned around when he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening.
That's Sarah.
However, Michael's forehead immediately wrinkled upon seeing the woman's appearance. The woman had indeed changed her clothes, but she was not wearing pajamas, but a red long-sleeved shirt and white trousers.
The woman even wore heels and had a small bag in her hand.
From the looks of it, Sarah was clearly about to go out. However, where will she go?
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