Chapter 1382
The elderly lady's expression turned serious. "Oh, dear, it looks like you've been out here for quite a while, and
she still won't see you? Young man, I've lived a long time, and I've got sadvice if you're willing to hear it."
Quincy assumed she was going to advise him to give up. If he were in someone else's shoes, he might say the
sthing. But only those in love knew that true feelings would not just vanish like dust in the wind.
To his surprise, the elderly woman took a different approach. "When | was young, | went after my husband even
though he didn't likeat first. And his family? They thought | was just a country girl, plain and uncultured. But
so what? | knew what | wanted. | was set on him, so | kept at it until | won him over." She chuckled, her eyes
twinkling with pride.
"Of course not. Parents just want their kids to find a good partner. They're not trying to cause trouble," the
elderly lady replied. "Once we were married, they treatedlike their own daughter. They even letmanage
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe family finances. And even if his family had made things hard, it wouldn't have scared me. What, they think |
wouldn't outlive them?"
Quincy instinctively asked, "And after you got together, did his family still treat you the sway?"
She straightened with a hint of pride in her voice. "Not to brag, but with my constitution, I'll easily make it to
ninety-nine!"
Quincy felt a spark of hope stir inside him. He knew that Lydia's parents were good-hearted people. If he could
prove himself, they would likely support her happiness, unlike his own mother, who had consistently opposed
their relationship. And if his mother still objected, he could simply keep up appearances for her sake.
"Thank you for sharing all this with me," Quincy said sincerely.
"Oh, don't mention it," she replied, waving him off. "I just couldn't stand to see a young man as handsas
you lose out on love. My husband was a tooker, too. If he hadn't been, | wouldn't have chased him so hard!"
Quincy couldn't help but laugh. He knew he looked sharp, especially in a suit with glasses, which Lydia used to
love. Maybe it was tto put seffort back into his
overne
appearance and remind Lydia of
what she once saw in him.
Meanwhile, Lydia had finished her meal but wasn't in a rush to go home. She didn't want to risk running into
Quincy if he was still waiting. Instead, she strolled through a nearby mall. Watching couples happily shopping
and laughing together, she couldn't help but feel isolated, as though all the joy around her had nothing to do
with her.
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She found a quiet bench to sit on. Suddenly, a college student approached her, looking nervous but hopeful,
Miss, would you be
interested in learning about or nea
travel agency? We offer short and
long trips, all at really good prices."
"A travel agency?" Lydia's interest sparked.
Taking the brochure, Lydia thought a trip might be just what she needed. It was a chance to clear her mind and
take in snew scenery instead of staying cooped up at home. Seeing her interest, the student eagerly
explained the options, and Lydia waited patiently until she was done. "I'd like to join a tour," she said. "Do you
have any trips departing soon?"