C11 It Was Not a Grandmother but a Young Lady!

The people of the Garner family had prepared a set of black velvet dresses for her. The design was exquisite, and her waist was slim. Her figure was slender and exquisite. Even without makeup, her face was still stunning.

"The butler told me that auntie is here, so I immediately went downstairs. I wonder what auntie is looking for me for?"

Her soft voice carried the unique gentleness of a little girl. It was clear and sweet, and her face was cold and elegant.

Auntie...

Rachel slowly stood up from the sofa. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. "Rosie, how have you been these past few days?"

She asked with concern, but it was a fake concern.

Heh.

She smiled. This was the first time she had revealed a smile since her mother had passed away. Even though it was just a cold smile.

Nathan sat at the side without changing his expression, but if one looked carefully, they would find a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

Rosie ignored her pretentious attitude and sat down. "My mother has not passed away yet. I have left the house. You asked me if I have been well, so how do you expect me to answer you?"

"Rosie, I know that you hate me and your father, but no matter what, you shouldn't have stolen her ashes from the funeral. Not only is this disrespectful to her, but it will also put the Harrisington family in an unjust situation."

"Aunt, do you also think that I should bury my mother in the cemetery that Warren chose and live with the ancestors of the Harrisington family?"

The girl held her chin and blinked her eyes as she asked innocently.

Rachel sat down and looked at the silent man beside her. "Of course. After all, they are husband and wife."

"Aunt, I'm really curious. Look, you know very well that they are husband and wife. Then why did you steal it from your brother-in-law? If I remember correctly, my mother took care of you since you were a child. No matter how bitter your life was, she never mistreated you. Is it not enough for my mother to take care of you?"

Her innocent tone and embarrassed words were like a poisoned arrow that shot straight into Rachel's heart in front of Nathan.

With a pale face, Rachel felt so embarrassed that her eyes turned red. Her voice choked as she said, "Rosie, I know you blame me and hate me, but this is the Garner family. Even if you have more complaints, you should come home with me."

Nathan looked up at the beautiful girl in front of him and said indifferently, "Rosie, talk to me nicely."

However, in her opinion, he was supporting Rachel. Rosie suddenly turned cold and said, "I have the chance to be your grandmother. Even if you can't stand it, please call me Miss Harrington. Besides, this is a matter of the Harris Family. When is it your turn to interfere?"

Was she the mistress of Rachel?

Nathan's gaze fell on the girl's face, which was flushed red from anger. Her face was so fair and transparent, and the makeup on her face looked like a hibiscus that was about to bloom. She was a little girl who could easily blush.

But what did she just say?

She had the chance to be his grandmother?

Nathan wanted to laugh, but he held back. In the end, he did not laugh out loud. This arrogant little girl was clearly at the end of her rope. He did not know where she got her confidence from to dare to question him.

Rachel could not sit still when she heard what Rosie said, "Rosie, what do you mean? What do you mean you have a chance to be Nathan's grandmother?"

Furthermore, her attitude towards talking to Nathan was casual and indifferent, which made Rachel feel uncomfortable.

Rosie smiled proudly. Just as she was about to say something, the man in front of her spoke.

He said, "Rachel, you heard wrong. What she meant was that she had the chance to be the young mistress of the Garner family."