Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 58 Yolanda Greenwood Simply Can’t Get Pregnant

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Yolanda Greenwood Simply Can’t Get Pregnant

Melissa Greenwood got out of the car at the hospital entrance, but she didn’t want to see Gemma Morgan at all.

She even wished Gemma Morgan would die.

But if Gemma Morgan died, what would her father, Jaxon Greenwood, do?

She thought both Jaxon Greenwood and Gemma Morgan were problematic.

One only had his wife in his heart, completely neglecting his daughter; the other treated others better than her own daughter.

Those two really were a match made in heaven.

After thinking it over, Melissa took a cab to the Greenwood Family.

Ever since the last time Eliana Reed failed to handle Yolanda Greenwood, she had been angry, ignoring Eliana Reed’s attempts to contact her several times.

But now was not the time to kick Eliana Reed to the curb.

Seeing Melissa arrive, Eliana Reed was overjoyed; she knew her daughter wouldn’t abandon her.

"Mom!" Rarely, Melissa called Eliana Reed "Mom" again, "As you know, Gemma Morgan is sick, and I’ve been staying at the hospital recently, which makes it inconvenient to answer the phone."

"I understand, I understand," Eliana Reed nodded repeatedly, showing her understanding.

Melissa then mentioned the invitation she had received from Isabella Ross.

Eliana Reed became even happier, "That old woman is finally willing to accept you?"

When she had just graduated, Melissa and Cooper Coldson had discussed marriage, but at that time, Isabella Ross had not agreed.

After all, given the Greenwood Family’s status, they couldn’t possibly aspire to the heights of the Coldson Family.

But now the tables had turned, and Isabella Ross only wanted to get rid of the two leeches, Yolanda Greenwood and Eliana Reed.

So, she was willing to accept Melissa now.

"Our Melissa is so smart," Eliana Reed said with pride, "Back then, having Yolanda marry into the Coldson Family in that way was a brilliant move."

Melissa, equally proud, tugged at the corner of her mouth before letting out a snicker.

"It’s laughable, Isabella Ross even wants to have a grandson, haha... She’d never imagine that Yolanda can’t get pregnant."

"Exactly, if it weren’t for knowing she can’t get pregnant, Yolanda would never have gotten the chance to marry into the Coldson Family," Eliana Reed also let out a soft laugh.

Then, she thought of something and said with a worried look, "Melissa, when you went abroad that year..."

Melissa glared at her fiercely.

Eliana Reed hurriedly stopped talking and added in a placating tone, "I’m just afraid that the Coldson Family, with their vast reach, might uncover something..."

"Impossible," Melissa said emphatically, "You just need to keep your own mouth shut."

Eliana Reed nodded vigorously, "Don’t worry, don’t worry."

Yolanda didn’t expect that the next day, Melissa would come again, bringing many gifts, obviously intended for Old Master Coldson.

Isabella Ross greeted her warmly, "Melissa, you’re so thoughtful, grandfather is upstairs; I’ll take you to him."

"I didn’t know grandfather was sick when I came yesterday and didn’t bring anything. I’ve felt guilty ever since."

Melissa also greeted Yolanda, "Good morning, Yolanda; I hope I won’t disturb you and grandfather’s painting session?"

"Not at all!" Isabella Ross was the first to answer, "Yolanda is just being silly, insisting on painting with her left hand; how could that possibly work?"

"Painting with her left hand?" Melissa saw the childlike strokes on the painting board and couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, "Then Yolanda, you’ll have to work hard."

"Yolanda," the side of Old Master Coldson slowly began, "Go to the kitchen and get some fruit."

He made up an excuse to send Yolanda Greenwood away.

"That child, Yolanda, really isn’t perceptive," Isabella Ross said with a smile, "she doesn’t know how to entertain guests."

"You’re overthinking it," Old Master Coldson said indifferently, "I asked Yolanda to get fruit for the two of us to eat."

He implied that it wasn’t to entertain Melissa.

"Father!" Isabella Ross didn’t understand; the old master had been shrewd all his life, how could he be so muddled after retiring?

She really didn’t know what was so good about Yolanda Greenwood and why the old master insisted on favoring her.

She pulled Melissa Greenwood forward, "Dad, Melissa can paint, and she has won quite a few big awards both domestically and internationally. She could also give your dream a try."

"No need, she can’t do it," Old Master Coldson flatly refused.

"Grandfather," Melissa Greenwood said with a fawning smile, "why not let me try? Even if my painting skills are limited, I’m sure they’re better than Yolanda’s left-handed attempts."

"That’s right, that’s right," Isabella Ross echoed from the side.

Melissa Greenwood’s mind turned, and she sighed, "Yolanda was too impulsive, no matter what, she shouldn’t have cut her wrists and destroyed her future."

"What?" Isabella Ross was startled, clearly not having considered that the injury on Yolanda Greenwood’s wrist was self-inflicted.

"What? She didn’t tell you?" Melissa Greenwood said as if she had misspoken, "I’ve said too much, just pretend you don’t know."

Upon hearing that Yolanda Greenwood had done something as foolish as slashing her wrists, Isabella Ross liked her even less.

"If this sort of thing gets out, none of us will be able to show our faces."

"That’s enough! If your son hadn’t done something ’good’, how could Yolanda have ended up like this?"

Old Master Coldson had indeed had his suspicions, but he also felt that Yolanda Greenwood couldn’t have possibly done such a thing.

Hearing Melissa Greenwood say this, he felt even more sympathy for Yolanda Greenwood.

He believed that if she weren’t truly desperate, his Yolanda wouldn’t have done such a thing.

"Don’t you know what kind of person Little Cooper is?" Isabella Ross defended Cooper Coldson, "It’s clear that it was all this girl’s nonsense. Our Little Cooper marrying her is just bad luck."

Old Master Coldson gave her a cold look, "Are you done? If so, leave. I need to rest."

At this moment, Yolanda Greenwood happened to knock on the door from outside.

"You all can go, just let Yolanda stay to take care of me."

Old Master Coldson issued the eviction order again.

Isabella Ross and Melissa Greenwood had no choice but to leave.

"Wait, take those things with you, I don’t need them."

Old Master Coldson clearly disliked Melissa Greenwood very much.

"Dad, that’s Melissa’s filial piety, how can you..."

Isabella Ross tried to reason with him.

"I said I don’t need it, you can take it to your room if you want."

The old man was resolute.

"It’s no big deal, I’m not too clear on Grandfather’s condition; I may indeed have bought the wrong things."

Melissa Greenwood sensibly picked up the items, "If Grandfather doesn’t like them, I’ll buy something else next time."

"No need," Old Master Coldson was completely uncompromising.

Isabella Ross and Melissa Greenwood left with their tails between their legs, and when they saw Yolanda Greenwood at the door, they glared at her with mutual animosity.

Yolanda Greenwood nonchalantly grimaced and took the fruit inside.

"Grandfather, come and have some fruit."

Old Master Coldson sat down sulkily but didn’t eat.

"What? Do you want me to feed you, Grandfather?" Yolanda Greenwood teased him on purpose.

Old Master Coldson looked at her as if to say, "Why can’t you be what I want you to be," "Yolanda, tell Grandfather, did you really slash your wrists?"

To be honest, he didn’t believe it.

The Yolanda he knew was always resilient, never one to seek death for anyone.

Yolanda Greenwood gave a bitter smile, "I never thought that the person who understood Yolanda best would actually be Grandfather."

With confirmation, Old Master Coldson’s expression grew darker, "Tell Grandfather, what exactly happened to your wrist? Who did it?"

The old man gritted his teeth, a look of vengeance for Yolanda Greenwood on his face.