If you want, we can not only invite her to the wedding, but also invite her to live with us. We have a big house. There’s enough space for everyone here.
It must be difficult for her to manage everything alone by now. Joan kissed the man and, hugging him tightly, said, you’re the best man. I often wonder how she’s doing there alone.
I live very far away now and she constantly has high blood pressure and problems with diabetes. I’m sure she’ll be happy when we visit her. The next day, Chase’s whole family went to meet grandma.
As they entered the small town, Joan began reminiscing about her childhood and youth, realizing that she no longer thought about Warren. After all, now she loved Chase. The curious residents of the small town watched as guests arrived in such an expensive car.
Joan nervously opened the gates to her grandmother’s house. In the yard, a dog recognized the girl and happily started jumping and wagging its tail. Grandma came out onto the doorstep, wearing warm old clothes and seeing her granddaughter.
She joyfully ran towards her. Joan, I’m so glad to see you. Finally, you’ve come to me.
I’ve been constantly looking out the window, waiting for you. How long it’s been since you were home. Oh, and whose children are these? Are these my great-grandchildren? How lovely they are.
And is this your husband? You didn’t tell me anything on the phone. Aren’t you ashamed? Come inside. I already have soup ready.
We’ll have lunch together. You must be hungry after the long journey. Grandma set the table and everyone sat down to eat and get acquainted.
Joan was very worried that Chase wouldn’t like their small house, but he, on the contrary, saw this trip as an adventure. Ate heartily, talked for a long time with grandma and told all about himself, his life and how he fell in love with Joan. Your story is very similar to a plot from my favorite series, My Poor Granddaughter.
How difficult it was for her in this town and your little ones are so cute. I’m glad, Chase, that everything is fine with you now, but I feel sorry for Joan. After all, her child died.
When she left to live in the city, she didn’t tell me anything about her pregnancy. If I had known she was pregnant, I wouldn’t have let her leave. So she works as a nanny for you, right? Chase cleared his throat and continued his story.
Sally, we didn’t just come here to visit. I want to ask for your blessing. Joan and I have fallen in love and want to get married, start a family.
Would you be okay with that? She loves my children so much, cares for them like their own mother. We are very happy together. Grandma said with some doubt, I worry about you.
What if the woman who gave birth to the children suddenly appears in your home and wants to see the kids or wants to take them away? Or your ex-wife, who is officially considered their mother, wants to take them? Then my Joan will suffer again. We need to figure this out. Don’t worry, that definitely won’t happen.
Mara, my ex-wife, didn’t love these children at all. They weren’t needed for her even before. She herself said she was glad to get rid of them.
And their surrogate mother, Clarissa, turned out to be a strange girl. When she was pregnant, she ran away from home and broke the agreement. And when she gave birth to the children, she wrote a refusal in the hospital.
Sally turned pale. Did you say the surrogate mother’s name was Clarissa? It can’t be. And then Grandma collapsed, clutching her heart.
Joan and Chase were frightened and began splashing water on her face. Grandma, what happened? I shouldn’t have told me everything. You mustn’t get upset.
You have a weak heart. Forgive me, it’s all my fault, cried Joan. Finally, Grandma Sally opened her eyes, drank water from the glass with trembling hands, sighed, and began to speak softly.
I’m sorry, you’re not to blame for anything, Joan. It’s my mistake in life. I’ll tell you everything now.
You see, this Clarissa is your maternal half-sister. What an incredible coincidence. Your mother was a dishonest woman.
Perhaps I couldn’t raise her properly. She dated various men and left to live in the big city early on. She loved to drink alcohol and have fun at other people’s expense.
She brought you to me when you were six months old. She said she didn’t know who your father was, promised to change her ways, and asked me to let her come home. I forgave her, and we started getting used to living together again.
But my daughter only stayed home for a week. She asked me to look after you and said she needed to urgently go to the city on business. Well, I agreed to watch over you, and she left, leaving you with me forever.
I was very angry with her, but Joan, I always sincerely loved you. Then acquaintances told me that my daughter started living with some man again and gave birth to another girl, Clarissa, a year later. And then she started drinking even more alcohol and gave the girl to an orphanage.
I was very ashamed when I found out about it. I couldn’t understand how my daughter could treat a child like that. At first, I wanted to take my second granddaughter in, but then I was afraid.
I understood that I couldn’t raise two children. I’m already old. I have hardly any money or strength left.
And I hated my daughter, and I still can’t forgive her. She lived for about five more years, and then she died. She had liver problems.
I did bury her, but I still can’t forgive myself for raising such a person. And I’m ashamed that I didn’t take Clarissa in back then. I couldn’t tell you all this before, so I lied and said that your mom loved you very much, that she died from a serious illness.
I didn’t want you to hate your biological mother. And now, when I heard from Chase, who gave birth to his children, I felt sick. How I would love to see my granddaughter hug her and tell her everything.
Joan was shocked. She hugged her grandmother and said, you’re not to blame for anything, grandma. Every person is responsible for their actions.
And I’m not mad at my mom anyway, because she gave me a chance to live. Your love and care helped me become a good person. Thank you, grandma.
I would also like to find my biological sister. It’s amazing that we even talked a bit when she lived in Chase’s house. But where can I find her now? I know nothing about her.
Chase remained silent for a while, then decisively said, although I’m angry at the surrogate mother of my children, who turned out to be your sister, I would like to find her and ask why she ran away from my house before giving birth. I thought I would go crazy worrying about the babies, and she ended up doing worse for herself. She never received the money for carrying the children.
I still don’t understand why she decided to run away if she later refused the kids herself. It’s a foolish act. You know what? I’ll hire detectives and let them find her.