Hidden Traps Between the Lines
Downstairs, Old Lady Ford sat on the sofa. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, noticing the subtle charm in Cynthia's demeanor. Her expression momentarily flickered with a complex, obscure look before returning to normal.
"Cynthia, come sit by Grandma," Old Lady Ford patted the spot next to her.
Cynthia obediently walked over and sat beside her, "Grandma."
Old Lady Ford held her hand, "I don't have much to say, just that I've missed you these past few days."
"I was just planning to visit you today. I didn't expect you to come here instead," Cynthia said with a smile.
"This shows we are on the same wavelength," Old Lady Ford laughed heartily, holding Cynthia's hand. "In a few days, would you like to visit Independence State with Tristan?"
At this, Tristan looked up, casting a deep glance at his grandmother.
Ignoring his gaze, Old Lady Ford continued, "You mentioned before that you've never been there. This would be a good chance for a nice trip."
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