Chapter 163 How the Tables Turn
Kisa’s words were filled with sorrow and despair.
And Gilbert only felt a twitch in his heart.
But with the thought of his grandmother being in a coma for five years and almost could never wake up again, the hatred in his heart started to boil again.
Davian was a little moved by those words. He turned to Gilbert and cautiously said, ” Mr. Gilbert, could there be some misunderstanding there? Ma’am looks like…‘
“I’m the victim, why would I be lying?”
Before Davian could even finish speaking, Mrs. Kooper Sr. let out a cold snort.
Davian shook his head in fright, “No, no, I did not mean that. I… I…‘ “Davian, did my sister buy your loyalty, or do you actually like her?” Sharon immediately seized the opportunity to lead the topic away.
Davian was speechless as he spat back, “What nonsense are you talking about? I just felt that there’s something weird about this.”
“What’s weird about that? Grandma was the victim and she knew what happened then best. Since Grandma said it was big sis who hurt her, then she must be right. Although I’m too unwilling to believe that my sister could be so cruel, but the truth is what it is. Now we don’t need to try to defend my sister, but plead for her, you get me?”
Sharon put on an act and made it look like she was in the right.
After saying that, she then hypocritically turned toward Mrs. Kooper Sr. and said, “Grandma, although big sis did harm to you, but seeing our past relationship, please do not punish her too much, okay?”
“Sharon’s still the kindest, why was I so blind that I let my darling grandson marry a cruel woman like you!” Mrs. Kooper Sr. pointed at Kisa as she yelled at her.
Kisa shook her head. Her heart already devastated.
Sharon was overjoyed. This old woman previously hated her and Sara and always treated Kisa like she was her own granddaughter. Oh, how the table had turned.
Using Mrs. Kooper Sr.’s praise of her as a crutch, Sharon walked over to the former’s side and held her hand affectionately.
“Grandma, just for me, don’t punish my big sis too hard, Just let her kneel in the yard to repent, alright?”
“This is a good suggestion.”
Mrs. Kooper Sr. then looked coldly at Kisa, ““What are you still doing here? Go and kneel in the courtyard! What an eyesore!”
It was just a drizzle in the afternoon, but by evening, it was a massive downpour.
Kisa, kneeling in the courtyard, was instantly soaked.