Chapter 11: Grandma's Arrival

"Oh, I mean, you should just go to work. I'll be fine here by myself," Angeline said awkwardly. "Do you want me to be seen as an inattentive fiancé?" Bryan asked. Angeline fell silent, confused. "People know that you're in the hospital. It would be strange if I continued working and wasn't by your side. So, don't overthink it and just focus on your health," Bryan continued. Angeline nodded in understanding. "Where are you going?" Bryan asked when he saw Angeline coming out of the bathroom. "To the restroom, why?" Angeline replied innocently. Suddenly, several people entered without knocking and surprised the three of them. "Where's my future granddaughter-in-law, Grandma?" exclaimed a woman who, despite being in her eighties, was still full of energy. "Grandma?" Bryan walked toward Grandma with a joyful expression, and his smile widened. Angeline was taken aback by this sight. Bryan approached Grandma and was about to hug her, but Grandma immediately slapped his back so hard that Angeline could hear it. "Ow! That hurts!" Bryan whimpered in pain. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting married? Why keep it a secret, huh?" Grandma scolded. "Grandma... you know I've been busy, so I didn't have a chance to tell you." "But you had time to come to the festival and cause a ruckus?" "I'm sorry." Bryan lowered his head in remorse. "Where is my future granddaughter-in-law?" Grandma asked, looking at Angeline, who was still standing there with an innocent look on her face, watching Grandma. "Oh my goodness! Why are you just standing there? Bryan, escort her!" Grandma ordered, still slapping Bryan's arm. "What? But why?" "It looks like she wants to go to the bathroom, so go!" "I want to go to the bathroom, but why do I have to be escorted?" Bryan protested Grandma's orders. "Don't you love your future wife? She has trouble walking and you should help her!" Grandma kept pushing Bryan until he reluctantly walked over to Angeline. Bryan gestured for Angeline to return to her bed. Angeline didn't understand and just looked confused. "Do you have to go to the bathroom now?" Bryan whispered. "Yes, I can't hold it any longer," Angeline replied in a hushed voice. "Can't you hold it?" "No, I really can't. I have to go for a while." "Why are you whispering? What's your name?" Grandma asked loudly. "I'm Angeline, Grandma. Nice to meet you," Angeline replied nervously. "Don't just sit there, hurry to the bathroom. Are you going to wet yourself here?" "Uh, no, Grandma. I've been going to the bathroom for a while." Angeline went to the bathroom and Grandma glared at Bryan, who remained silent. Bryan had no choice but to go with Angeline. Grandma cleared her throat loudly and Bryan immediately hugged Angeline and quickly led her to the toilet, making it difficult for her to walk. Now the three of them were sitting on the sofa. Angeline felt it would be rude to sit on the bed, so she decided to sit on the sofa next to Bryan. Meanwhile, John and Grandma's two assistants were standing not far from them. "So, how far along are your wedding plans?" Grandma started the conversation. "John has taken care of everything, and we've even picked out our wedding clothes for this week," Bryan replied. "Everything is ready?" John approached and handed over his tablet. "This is a digital invitation that has been sent to all the executives and important guests who will be attending the wedding reception. They've already RSVP'd to attend," John explained. "Are you having the wedding in the main building? Who is your wedding officiant?" "Everything has been arranged, and now it's just a matter of the wedding officiant making the final arrangements at the venue." "What about the bride's guardian? I heard your father passed away," Grandma asked, looking at Angeline. "Oh, that's right. My father died ten years ago." "Yes, I know. So who will be your guardian? Isn't there supposed to be someone to walk you down the aisle when you exchange vows?" Angeline fell silent, confused. This hadn't been discussed with Bryan. She turned to Bryan and John, who were also unprepared for the question. "Oh dear, is she not allowed to invite any relatives or friends? Have you isolated her so much that she can't invite anyone?" Grandma continued. Bryan and John exchanged glances, searching for an answer that had never occurred to them before. They looked at each other awkwardly and finally laughed. "So is it true?" Grandma urged. Bryan and John exchanged another look, relieved to have found an answer. "No, Grandma, it's just that I don't have many acquaintances to invite to the wedding. I don't have parents, close relatives, or even a single close friend. I was too focused on my education and work after graduation," Angeline replied to Grandma's question. Bryan and John felt saved. "So you're not inviting anyone? Not a single person?" "Yes, because this wedding is for important and discreet people. It's best to invite only those who must be present at the wedding. As for the maid of honor, we can ask the church to provide one," Angeline replied gracefully with a charming smile. Bryan looked at her incredulously, surprised at how eloquent and elegant Angeline's answer was. It was different from her usual casual way of speaking. But in front of Grandma, Angeline had transformed into a graceful woman. "Your answer is very clever, but aren't there at least one or two people you could invite? Even though this is a private wedding, meant for important people. But these people are important to Bryan. I thought it might be a little selfish of you to ask for something like that." Angeline fell silent, pondering her answer. Her eyes began to fill with tears, shocking everyone in the room. "Oh, I'm sorry. I suddenly remembered my deceased parents. Grandmother is right. There are at least two people I really want to have at my wedding. They are my parents. How could we have a wedding without our parents? They would be overjoyed to see their child marry such a handsome and kind man, wouldn't they?" Angeline smiled, tears glistening on her cheeks. Bryan looked at her sympathetically.