Rose Kinson shook her head and naturally replied: "The second sister is not at home."

The old lady was a little lost. "Doesn't she know I'm coming to see her?"

Rose Kinson walked behind her, pressed her shoulder, and explained softly: "Grandma, the second sister is still young after all. She grew up in the countryside since childhood. Naturally, she doesn't have so many courtesies, but she is just playful. However, the Kinson family indeed owes her in these years. Wait, she is a sensible and good girl. Maybe she remembers your old age in her heart and will come back soon."

Rose Kinson's words are without the slightest intention of complaining but protecting Mary Kinson.

But the old lady is a very traditional person. Naturally, she feels uncomfortable and frowns with white eyebrows: "

Girl, you can't say that. It's not safe to be outside at night."

Rose Kinson nodded: "Grandma is right."

"The Kinson family is no better than others. There are no rules. Some etiquette can't be abandoned. You are right. We owe her more patience. As a sister, you have to pay more attention."

"Grandma, I know."

Tama Kinson nodded: "Where is the second Girl's room? I want to see if there are any photos or something."

"Upstairs, I'll show you."

Rose Kinson took the old lady upstairs and entered Kinson Mary's room.

Tama Kinson saw the man's suit hanging at a glance. She frowned: "Why are there men's clothes in the room?"

"That's  Marry's item."

Tama Kinson looked at her and asked, "Your fiance?"

Rose Kinson's eyes were sad, but he said with a smile: "Not in the future, Dad said, Richard Blacki s engaged to his first daughter, that is, Mary, so..."

"Nonsense!" The old lady patted the table with one hand and frowned with anger, and the wrinkles deepened.

Rose Kinson was busy caressing her back, patting gently, and said softly, "Grandma, don't worry, I'm fine, really."

"From an early age, you treated Richard Black as your future husband. He also recognized you as a fiancee. There is no objection. How can this kind of marriage be changed?"

Rose Kinson shook her head and whispered: "Grandma, I..."

"Ok, how can we let the second Girl do other things? Our old Kinson family indeed owes the child, but I am the first to disagree with this matter. Can marriage be trifling?"

Rose Kinson's face is slightly pale, very embarrassed to say: "They have lived together. Marry seems to like him very much."

"So is the second Girl. How can you live with others? It's time to teach her the rules. When she comes back, I will talk about your marriage with her."

Rose Kinson didn't answer but was very delighted at heart.

You know, everything Grandma said in Kinson's house is an imperial edict, and Dad will not disobey it.

Mary Kinson wants to rob her man, which is a dream!

She felt comfortable in her heart, and her mood was much better. Inadvertently, she saw the small garden outside the glass window, and she had a plan.

She took the old lady's hand and said, "Grandma, let's talk about it later. I'll take you to see the flowers and plants raised by Mary. Don't you like green plants best?"

The old lady liked all kinds of flowers and plants when she was young. Looking at the place she pointed to, she looked a little surprised and finally looked better: "Can the second girl still plant?"

"Yeah."

Rose Kinson said and took the old lady to the small garden. After approaching, she smiled gently and said, "Grandma, look at the red flowers. They are wonderful."

"I can see that it takes a lot of thought, and the second girl is competent." When Tama Kinson finished, she reached out and gently touched the middle red flower that was blooming beautifully.

Tama Kinson also has a little affection for this granddaughter who has never met before. From the point of view that she likes planting flowers and plants, she is somewhat like her.

Rose Kinson's mouth slowly rose. Then she said cleverly and filial: "Grandma, if you like it, let Mary  send you some."

Tama Kinson nodded with a smile.

Rose Kinson said, "Grandma, let's wait for her downstairs. Dad should come back."

"Yes."

Rose Kinson sent her to the sofa to sit down, found an excuse to go back to the room, and dial a number.

After the phone was dialed, the cold voice ordered: "Check where Mary Kinson is. She left after reading a text message. I suspect that she went to see a man. If so, take photos and send them to me."

...

Late at night, eleven o'clock.

There is no trace of coolness at night, and there is still hot air in the air.

Mary Kinson came to RED BAR and looked at the time. Richard Black should have arrived.

She leaned against the door of the bar and didn't go in immediately.

The old place, he said, was the V13 table where they first met.

At that time, she was part-time delivering wine here and was molested by a paunchy man.

She could have solved it quickly, but he appeared to save her and immediately maimed the man.

Mary Kinson's thoughts are close to V13. She lifts her eyes slightly and sees Richard Black at a glance.

From her point of view, Richard Black is somewhat similar to his seventh uncle.

When she saw him again, she only felt breathing stagnant.

Her eyes closed slightly; the pain in her previous life seemed to be transmitted to all the bones, which made her almost unable to stand.

The bloody scene is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

She opened her eyes and breathed, and the pain that was close to her soul did not disappear.

Even if it is reborn, the shadow is still deep in the soul.

All this is due to  Richard.

She believed him and loved him for so many years, but she was finally pushed into the abyss by his own hands.

Mary Kinson stood in place, waited for a moment, put away all her thoughts, took her legs, and walked towards him.

Mary Kinson hasn't approached, Richard Black saw her first, and his face showed a light smile and came towards her.

Twenty-three-year-old Richard Black is young and handsome, and there is a little stability in his bones that does not belong to his age.

The outline is very handsome, with a pair of eyes like vast stars.

In the beginning, it was also these eyes that made her fascinated, possessed, and lost her life.

Richard Black came to her side and held out his hand to hold her hand.

Mary Kinson lifted a hair on her forehead, quietly dodged, and gently evoked her lips: "Sorry, I'm late."

Richard Black frowned slightly, constantly feeling that her smile was somewhat alienated.

Mary Kinson went to the table, sat down first, and then looked up at him: "Are you tired recently?"

Richard Black had some sense of loss in his heart and sat down opposite her.

He stared into her eyes for a moment before shaking his head. "No."

I just miss her.

He doesn't know why, he and Mary didn't see each other for three months, so he felt that she had changed.