The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 354 - 350

Joanna tried to explain. "Grandpa, actually, last night..."

"You don’t have to say anything more, you don’t have to be so shy about it either. You’re both youngsters after all, even if something did happen between the two of you, it’s completely normal. I may be old, but I’m not that conservative. I understand." Timothy was grinning widely as he cleared his throat.

"It’s good that the little punk finally came to his senses. This morning, he even told me that you needed lots of rest after last night, so I shouldn’t disturb you. He said you could sleep till whatever time you liked."

Joanna blushed, her voice panicked. "Grandpa Timothy, you’ve misunderstood. Nothing happened between us last night, we-"

"Nothing happened? And yet... you’ve slept in his bed the whole night." The old man grinned at her cheekily.

"Well... He... He didn’t lay in bed with me. He was probably building his lego spaceship, so we really didn’t..." The more Joanna tried to explain, the more guilty she looked.

"Oh child, I understand, alright? Don’t be so shy now. And... I think it’s time that you stop playing games with him." Timothy sighed deeply and patted Joanna on the shoulder, his expression serious this time.

"Grandpa Timothy, what do you mean by that?" Joanna didn’t quite understand what he was trying to imply.

"How could you not understand me with that smart mind of yours?" The old man shook his head, pity on his wrinkled face.

"Joanna, we know that Ace wronged and hurt you in the past, but don’t you think you’ve hurt him just as much? You’ve put him through so much torture throughout these years, so are you still not satisfied? I just think it’s time to settle down now, alright?" Timothy sighed deeply.

"You know, that grandson of mine confided in me for the first time last night. He said he felt miserable, he had tried doing everything to win you back, but nothing was working. I couldn’t help but sympathize with him, since I am his grandfather after all."

"I know you still love him... Somewhere in your heart, I know you do. So, please listen to me and stop all of this. Don’t chase him away, or you might regret it again."

After hearing Timothy’s words, Joanna froze up, but soon found the entire situation quite humorous.

"Grandpa Timothy, you know I’ve always respected you, because I thought you were a fair and just person. But it looks like you’re still somewhat biased towards your own grandson. I can tell you with the utmost certainty that his ’misery’ is all just an act to push the blame onto me, so that I become the villain in this story... In my opinion, he’s nothing but a heartless and shameless prick! How could I possibly still hold love for someone like that?!"

Timothy was able to understand his grandson’s misery and helplessness even more now. It was simply despairing to realize that someone who once loved you wholeheartedly had given up on you completely. It was especially painful when you had developed feelings for them as well, only to realize that it was too late because you didn’t cherish them from the beginning...

"Joanna, whatever you say now doesn’t matter, but I really hope you are telling the truth. Don’t act as if you don’t care when you really do on the inside. When you’ve really missed the chance to pursue what your heart desires, you will only hurt yourself the most." Timothy’s gaze was sad as he looked at her.

"Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’ve always been an honest girl. My love for Ace Moran died the moment we got a divorce. I’m not trying to play games with him either – I really want to cut ties with him so that we can find our happiness on our own," Joanna replied calmly.

"Alright, alright, I won’t try to convince you otherwise. Ah, it’s just a shame that my grandson’s sincere efforts are going to waste!"

"Relax, Grandpa, your grandson is just playing the victim here. All that sincerity is just a facade! It’s to hide his bad intentions! He probably just felt annoyed that you kept urging him to get married, which is why he made you turn to me instead!" Joanna huffed. She figured that she could basically read the man’s mind by now after spending all those years married to him.

"So, this thing that he told me to give you the moment you wake up... Would this be considered bad intentions on his end too?" Timothy asked softly as he told the maid to bring over the Rainbow Glaze that Joanna had wanted.

The woman was absolutely shocked to see the beautiful relic, and was unable to take her eyes off of it for quite some while. ’Moran is just... going to give this to me? But why?’

Joanna left the Moran manor with the Rainbow Glaze in her arms, still feeling rather conflicted. She then called Rubio, hoping to settle matters regarding the Pierce Residence as soon as she could.

The two decided to meet up in a lovely villa within Care Farm. Rubio was smoking a cigarette at the time, a young woman in her early twenties sitting right next to him.

"You’re quite a diligent woman, I must say! You were able to get your hands on this priceless treasure that many would sell their souls for, in such a short period no less! I knew you could do it – you’re capable and tenacious, as expected from my confidant."

Joanna had placed the Rainbow Glaze into a beautiful box, holding it with both her arms carefully the whole time. She smiled softly and responded, "You’re too kind, Rubio. It’s just an artifact, really. There’s probably loads of substitutes out there. It’s not like it can grant immortality, so how could people be willing to sell their souls for such a thing?"

Rubio just smiled, his eyes fixated on the box in Joanna’s hands, looking as sly as a fox.

However, the young woman next to him scoffed at Joanna. "Ugh, uncultured much? Do you know just how valuable the Rainbow Glaze is? Sure, immortality sounds great, but this thing can cure any illness! It even helps chase bad omens away!"

"It’s rumored that it can help freshen your mind and extend your lifespan if you pour drinks from it. Back then, the Morans and Carmine Pawnshop went head to head with each other just to get their hands on this treasure! The Morans needed it to extend their second son’s life after all, and because of that, that family nearly-"

"Shut up!" Rubio shot the young woman a dirty glare just as Joanna was getting interested in the story. The young woman then lowered her head, not daring to utter another word.

"They needed it to extend Ace Moran’s lifespan?" Joanna asked with a frown. "Rubio, can you tell me anything about this relic? Why would the Moran family go to such extremes for a mere artifact?"

Rubio smirked coyly, naturally refusing to reveal much to Joanna. "Just hand me the relic, and I’ll give you your land. What’s with this nosy business all of a sudden? So what if this thing helps with the Moran family bloodline? You’re divorced, so the fate of the Moran family has nothing to do with you now, right?"

"Yeah, but I’m just a very thorough person. I can give you the item, but I have to know its history first." Joanna spoke firmly, seemingly determined as she stared back at the man.

Rubio was losing his patience, and he leaned back against the sofa with a chilling grin. "It’s up to you then. Hand me the relic and I’ll sign the contract. If you don’t, I’ll just carry on with my work as planned next week. It doesn’t really matter to me anyway, so make sure you think it over."

"Sorry, Rubio. I can’t give this to you until I understand the situation completely," Joanna replied and left with the Rainbow Glaze right away. If the relic really was that important to the Moran family, or to Ace Moran, she couldn’t bring herself to give it to Rubio for her own selfish reasons. She would just have to find another way to get the Pierce Residence back.

Rubio watched as the woman left, his lips curving into a mysterious smile.

The young woman didn’t quite understand. She hugged Rubio’s arm and asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Rubio, that’s the priceless Rainbow Glaze. How could you just let it go over some land?"

"What do you know?" Rubio glanced at the woman disdainfully. "This is a battle between the powerful, and I’m just a little pawn in this game of chess. If she did hand the relic over before the boss gave any further orders, I’d just be attracting unwanted trouble to myself. It’s best to stay out of this."

The young woman couldn’t suppress her curiosity. "The boss you mentioned... Is it the second son of the Moran family, Ace Moran? If it really is him, it’s true that we can’t afford to offend him."

Rubio just smiled cryptically. "No, the true mastermind is someone else."