Black Credit Card

"Mom, we'll talk about this another time. We have company." Emily was upset that their family problems had become a spectacle for the Cooper family. She gave the Cooper family members an awkward look.

"Let's eat. Zayn, you should go to the company, too." Emily turned everyone's attention to the finished food.

They ate breakfast quietly.

....

After breakfast, Alisha called Danera personally to her suite room. They sat opposite each other on the sofa in the living room available in the suite.

"Doriane, how is your relationship with Zayn?" Alisha poured tea into her cup.

"Uhm, yeah... our relationship is pretty good," Danera said with a forced smile.

Alisha sighed. "You must be uncomfortable with your mother-in-law's cold treatment. She must be so because of that girl named Leticia. Your mother-in-law favoured Leticia because they had been close since childhood. But the person Zayn married is still you. Don't let your mother-in-law make you unhappy."

Danera smiled, "I understand, Grandma."

She was very grateful that when the Wilde family members disliked her, Alisha was always there to defend her. At least she had support in the Wilde family.

Alisha took her hand and patted her back attentively. She looked at the door to her room and looked around carefully.

"What's wrong, Grandma?"

Alisha sighed for a moment before saying, "Danera, you already know that I'm sick."

"Ah ...." Danera's face instantly turned worried, remembering her initial encounter with Alisha. She didn't expect the old grandmother with Alzheimer's to be Zayn's biological grandmother.

"Grandmother, should I tell your family and Zayn?"

"No, don't tell them." Alisha immediately refused.

"Why, Grandma? They should know because they are your family."

"I've been absent from their lives for twenty years and suddenly came because of my illness. They will think I came to ask for their care during my illness. This must be my karma for not approving my daughter's marriage back then and causing my relationship with my grandchildren to drift apart." Alisha let out a sad sigh.

"I just want to spend the rest of my life seeing my grandchildren without making them hate me. I want to maintain my dignity as a grandmother and not burden them."

Danera was silent, hearing Alisha's words.

Alisha took Danera's hand. "Doriane, please don't tell them about my illness. I don't want to burden them."

Danera's expression looked troubled, but she had to comply with Alisha's request. "Don't worry, Grandma, I won't tell them. But what about the treatment? There should be family accompanying you. You should at least tell Zayn."

"Don't trouble him. My grandson is hardworking and busy. He's similar to me when I was younger. I know how his workload is, so don't trouble him." Alisha looked proud when talking about her grandson and then sighed.

"Don't worry, I've arranged for my people to take care of me. If you're worried, you can visit me sometime."

Danera smiled with relief at her words and nodded. "I'll accompany you and take care of you, Grandmother."

"Good girl, don't get yourself into trouble because of this old Granny. You just need to take good care of your husband."

"I don't mind Grandma. I don't have a job anyway and Zayn is busy with his business, maybe he won't always be home."

"Oh, right. I almost forgot... don't you want to be taught about fashion designers? Come, I'll teach you how to be a designer."

Danera's eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, thank you, Grandma."

"Can you draw clothes designs?"

"Yes, I can, Grandma." Danera hesitated momentarily before taking out her cell phone and showing it to Alisha.

" Grandma, what do you think of this drawing?"

Alisha picked up her glasses case on the table and put it on before looking at Danera's phone.

She was surprised to see pictures of clothes designs on Danera's phone.

" Sweetie, are these your drawings? Did you draw these yourself?"

"Yes, I drew these designs when I was in college. Maybe my drawings are bad because I never majored in design," Danera grimaced.

"Oh, dear, this is very good. But you're right, your drawing isn't perfect. It's okay; you just need to work on it. Tomorrow, come to my company with your sketchbook. You should apply to my company immediately!" Alisha grasped Danera's hand.

" Sweetie, why didn't you tell me about this talent of yours?"

"I'm not talented, Grandma. It's just a hobby."

Danera couldn't tell her that her mother didn't want her to show her talent, and she had to hide herself.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door to the room opened, and a maid entered. She bowed respectfully and said, "Young Lady, Mr. Zayn is waiting for you. He would like you to go see him immediately."

"Ah, alright." Danera turned her gaze to Alisha.

" Grandma, I'll go first."

"Go, don't keep Zayn waiting. Oh, wait a minute." Alisha took a black credit card from her wallet and handed it to Danera.

"What's this for, Grandma?" Danera was surprised and frowned at the black credit card Alisha handed her. She felt terrible and returned the card to Alisha. " Grandma, I can't accept this."

"Use the money on this card. I feel guilty for spending your money. I told you I would reimburse you. Use the card to buy whatever you like."

"Grandma, this is not necessary ...."

"Take it; think of it as a gift for your wedding from Grandma for not being present on your wedding day."

"But Grandma-"

"Hurry up and go, don't keep Zayn waiting." Alisha pushed Danera to leave immediately.

Danera inevitably accepted the black credit card and sighed out of the room after saying thank you.

....

"Madam, Sir is expecting you." Sir Harry greeted Danera and opened the back door.

Danera nodded and got into the car.

"Why did you take so long? What were you talking to Grandma about?" Zayn glanced at her.

"We were talking about me working at Brand Alisher's company," Danera replied, taking her cell phone out of her purse. But her wallet pulled and fell.

Danera hurriedly bent down and grabbed her purse.

Zayn frowned at her nonchalance. His eyes caught a black credit card in her wallet.

"How did you get a black credit card?" Zayn squinted to see that it was a black credit card with no limit.

"It was a gift from Grandma." Danera put the wallet in her bag.

Zayn paused for a moment and frowned. He took out a credit card from his wallet and gave it to Danera.

"Use this for your needs. I don't want my wife to be given money by others and think I'm so stingy. I don't want to be questioned like yesterday." Zayn glanced at Danera's outfit with a furrowed brow.

He just realized Danera was wearing a conservative dress that was rather suitable for a fifty-year-old woman.

"Are you wearing my mother's dress?"