EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 722 - Let'S Settle For A Little

Chapter 722 - Let's settle for a little

Izabella nodded a little and led Victor forward.

The last time Izabella came back was when her grandmother died. The village was too far from town,

and after her grandmother's death she was basically at school or working part-time, so there was no

one waiting for her when she returned anyway.

She came back this time because she dreamed of her grandmother last night and remembered that

she had left her little box without taking it away.

It was her grandmother's dowry, and when she was very young, she said she would leave it to her as a

dowry when she grew up and got married.

She had seen the contents of that box, a pair of gold earrings and a gold bracelet, and a gold necklace.

When she was going to high school, her grandmother secretly took the box to the gold store in town

without her knowledge to pawn it and give her money for tuition.

If she hadn't come home from vacation that day and heard the grandmother next door go after her, the

contents of that box would have been pawned out.

Izabella is a little sad when she thinks about it.

As soon as she was born because she was a daughter, along with her mother was kicked out of the

house, her father soon married a second wife, her mother took her back to her grandmother's house,

she was not old enough to remember the age of her mother's face, her mother drowned because of an

accident, it was her grandmother who brought her up alone.

Izabella's grandmother took her to her biological father, but his family did not recognize her as a

daughter.

At the age of six, she stood in that narrow hallway, looking at her biological father's disgusted face and

disgusted eyes, and for the first time really felt the true meaning of those bad words inside her

companion's mouth.

Later, her grandmother gave her biological father $500, and he was willing to certify that she had

moved to her grandmother's account.

Over the years, the two grandchildren have not had a good time, but Izabella has never felt like an

orphan.

She has a grandmother, she is not an orphan.

It wasn't until last year, when she was rushed by her teacher to take her to the hospital to see her

grandmother one last time, that Izabella became acutely aware that she was alone in the world.

She has no family left.

Izabella didn't say anything all the way to the side, seeing that she was about to fall into a ditch, Victor

frowned and pulled her back: "You like to walk in the ditch?"

Suddenly pulled, Izabella looked back at Victor, blinked and slowed down a bit before Izabella saw a

gutter off to the side.

"Sorry, I wasn't walking seriously earlier."

Victor looked at her askance and saw that she did not look very well, but did not say anything:

"Hungry?"

Izabella shook her head, "Not hungry yet."

A mile is not long and not short, but the two also walked almost twenty minutes to get there.

The sun was already high at noon, and by the time we got there, Izabella's face was already red with

Callie's sunburn.

She skillfully opened the iron block door of the small yard, pushed the door in after looking at the

vegetable patch behind the door for a while, then broke a wooden stick and dug for seven or eight

seconds to dig out the key, which went to the door and opened it.

The house is still a red brick house, the door is an old wooden door, the lock on it is the kind of locker

locks on the market.

The house that has not been inhabited for almost a year, when opened is a burst of dusty smell.

Izabella pushed open the door, covered her nose and didn't go in right away, she looked back at Victor:

"Victor, it's a little dirty, you can sit here for a while!"

With that, she dragged a small wooden chair out from inside.

Victor didn't sit down and followed her into the house.

Once inside is a small living room of about ten square meters, although dusty and a little dirty, but was

neatly tidied up.

Against the wall there is a wide wooden stool about one and a half meters long, and next to it is placed

a bamboo woven back chair.

There is a rectangular quadrangular table less than one meter long in front of it, with a black-and-white

TV set on the table against the wall, and a radio and a small basket next to it.

The wall above the TV is pasted with a very old poster painting, and the stars above the painting are

not sure if they are still alive.

Victor took in everything in the small living room at a glance, and Izabella came out of a doorway with

an extra basin of water and towel in her hand: "Victor you wait a moment, I'll wipe it up soon."

Victor threw the two bags on his back onto that wooden bench, "Any more rags?"

Izabella was stunned for a moment and responded, "I'll just do it, it hasn't been cleaned in almost a

year and it's dirty."

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Victor didn't say much and asked another question.

Izabella had to point to the front, "There's a little patio inside, next to ..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Victor was already heading inside.

Soon, he carried a bucket of water straight out, wetting the floor.

The floor is still red brick, not cleaned for a long time, he poured a bucket of water, the water floated a

layer of dust.

Victor, who has always been a bit of a neat freak, looked at the gray layer on the water and frowned

slightly.

Izabella looked at him, "Victor, you-"

Hearing her words, Victor gave her a look, then picked up the broom behind him to sweep the water

out of the yard.

He carried the water back and forth several times, swept the water several times, and finally washed

the mop and mopped the whole house.

The two cleaned up the house, it was already more than 4:00 pm almost 5:00 pm.

Izabella took a look at the time and hurried to Grandma's room to turn the box out, "Victor, I got my

stuff, let's go back."

She had wanted to visit her grandmother's grave, but Victor had accompanied her. Izabella knew Victor

was not used to being here, so she did not think of staying overnight.

Victor didn't move, "It's raining."

"No, it's still out in the sun ..."

Before Izabella finished speaking, the rain came pouring down.

She stood in the doorway, staring blankly at the sudden downpour, and glanced at Victor sitting on the

bench, "What about it, how are we going to get back? The bus from here to town is at 6:30 at the latest,

and now it's already 5:15."

"Let's go back tomorrow."

Victor said, after a pause: "You have a rare trip back, don't you want to visit your grandmother's grave?"

Izabella pursed her lips, "So what are we having for dinner?"

Victor lifted her duffel bag, "Didn't you bring a lot of food?"

"You'll be hungry, right?"

She did bring a lot of food with her, but she had already eaten quite a bit by noon.

Victor looked at her, "Make do with what you have."

Izabella pursed her lips, "I'll go check the kitchen."

She hadn't been back for almost a year, but Grandma liked to hoard food when she was alive, and

Izabella went through the rice jar and found two bags of rice and some flour.

But she didn't know how long it had been sitting there, and Izabella was relieved when she read the

date of manufacture.

Not expired.

Izabella plans to go to her mother-in-law next door to buy some food after the rain stops, so she can

make some more noodles in the evening and have them tomorrow morning.

After thinking about it, Izabella's frown loosened up.