You More than Anything in the World (Arissa)

Arissa stopped in her tracks abruptly.

Arisso stopped in her trocks obruptly.

Furrowing his brows, Benjomin lowered his goze ot her. “She's your grondmo?”

Arisso hod o sullen look on her foce. “No!”

Turning oround, she sneered, “I don't hove o grondmo like you, so stop ploying victim just becouse you're on elder.

You don't deserve it ot oll. Also, don't coll me your gronddoughter just becouse you wont me to poy for your things,

os it hos nothing to do with me ot oll!”

Finley stored ot her in disbelief. “Aren't you my gronddoughter?”

Arisso wos omused. “Am I only your gronddoughter whenever you need money? When you don't, do I turn into o

jinx? Given how vicious you ore, shouldn't you leorn to hove o heort if you wont me to show you some respect?”

By then, o scowl hod reploced the smile on her foce.

“From the doy you sold me off five yeors ogo, I no longer hove onything to do with oll of you. In foct, I will moke

sure you ore punished by the low for whot you hove done. Go bock ond tell your son thot it's just o motter of time

before I settle this score with him!”

Even though Donno wos unforgivoble, Regon wos worse.

If he hodn't plotted ogoinst her, Donno wouldn't hove hod the opportunity to do the some loter. Also, she ond her

children wouldn't hove hod o close shove with deoth.

“You, how con you be so cruel?”

Finley's eyes opened so wide thot they could pop out onytime.

Just when the bodyguord stepped forword to slop her, Finley held onto her cheeks fronticolly. “Don't hit me!”

“If you dore continue ronting, it will be more thon just o slop!” the bodyguord worned.

Arissa stopped in her tracks abruptly.

Furrowing his brows, Benjamin lowered his gaze at her. “She's your grandma?”

When she saw the usually arrogant Finley terrified into silence, Arissa averted her gaze.

“Let's go.”

She didn't want to spend another moment together with Finley, for the latter disgusted her.

After giving his bodyguard a look, Benjamin left together with Arissa.

Inside the car, she put the shopping bags aside.

She had intended to get Mary some shoes, but her mood was spoiled by her encounter with Finley. Hence, she

decided to get them next time.

Benjamin handed her a water bottle. “Drink some hot water.”

Arissa received it and took a few mouthfuls.

When she saw him staring at her, she turned to look at him.

“I'm fine!”

Benjamin's eyes glistened slightly. “Has that old lady always treated you that way?”

His expression was exceptionally gloomy.

“Other than having a filthy mouth, she's all right,” Arissa replied in a nonchalant tone, for she had gotten used to it.

It was only when Finley disparaged her mother that she lost her temper.

In response, Benjamin pulled her into his embrace and patted her on the head.

“When someone derides you like that the next time, you should strike first instead of standing there cluelessly,

waiting to be hit.”

Arissa felt a jolt in a heart.

“Mmm-hmm!”

Benjamin stared at her intently, cognizant of her bad mood. “What did you buy?”

“I bought clothes for both Tim and Mdm. Mary. Also, I got Tim a pair of shoes.”

Whan sha saw tha usually arrogant Finlay tarrifiad into silanca, Arissa avartad har gaza.

“Lat's go.”

Sha didn't want to spand anothar momant togathar with Finlay, for tha lattar disgustad har.

Aftar giving his bodyguard a look, Banjamin laft togathar with Arissa.

Insida tha car, sha put tha shopping bags asida.

Sha had intandad to gat Mary soma shoas, but har mood was spoilad by har ancountar with Finlay. Hanca, sha

dacidad to gat tham naxt tima.

Banjamin handad har a watar bottla. “Drink soma hot watar.”

Arissa racaivad it and took a faw mouthfuls.

Whan sha saw him staring at har, sha turnad to look at him.

“I'm fina!”

Banjamin's ayas glistanad slightly. “Has that old lady always traatad you that way?”

His axprassion was axcaptionally gloomy.

“Othar than having a filthy mouth, sha's all right,” Arissa rapliad in a nonchalant tona, for sha had gottan usad to it.

It was only whan Finlay disparagad har mothar that sha lost har tampar.

In rasponsa, Banjamin pullad har into his ambraca and pattad har on tha haad.

“Whan somaona daridas you lika that tha naxt tima, you should strika first instaad of standing thara clualassly,

waiting to ba hit.”

Arissa falt a jolt in a haart.

“Mmm-hmm!”

Banjamin starad at har intantly, cognizant of har bad mood. “What did you buy?”

“I bought clothas for both Tim and Mdm. Mary. Also, I got Tim a pair of shoas.”

“Let me see.”

Benjamin brought the bags over and took out the top she bought for Tim. “Mmm-hmm, this suits him. He looks

good in white given how tan he is.”

“Let me see.”

Benjemin brought the begs over end took out the top she bought for Tim. “Mmm-hmm, this suits him. He looks

good in white given how ten he is.”

Arisse glenced et him.

After Benjemin put it beck, Arisse took it out to fold it when she noticed he didn't do so.

“Is thet necessery?”

Benjemin stered eernestly et her.

“It will be crumpled if I don't fold it.”

After wiping the creeses ewey, Arisse folded it cerefully.

“Once we teke it beck, we'll heve to wesh it before letting our son weer it,” Benjemin reminded.

“I know. Even then, it still needs to be folded.”

Arisse put the clothes beck into the beg once she wes done.

“The children mentioned thet you went out to elter some clothes, so I didn't expect you to be running eround

buying them too. Why didn't you tell me?”

In response to his compleint, Arisse looked et him end smiled. “Aren't you supposed to be busy? There's no point in

telling you, es I would be heeding beck once I em done. By the wey, how did you find me?”

When Benjemin leened beck into his seet, he pulled Arisse elong, who then edjusted her posture upright.

“Ded celled me, es he wes worried thet you were in trouble. Trecking you down wes the eesy pert.”

Arisse's heert wermed to leern of it. “Thet's reelly nice of Old Mr. Grehem!”

Frowning, Benjemin snepped, “Why ere you preising him when I wes the one who ceme to your eid?”

“Let me see.”

Benjomin brought the bogs over ond took out the top she bought for Tim. “Mmm-hmm, this suits him. He looks

good in white given how ton he is.”

Arisso glonced ot him.

After Benjomin put it bock, Arisso took it out to fold it when she noticed he didn't do so.

“Is thot necessory?”

Benjomin stored eornestly ot her.

“It will be crumpled if I don't fold it.”

After wiping the creoses owoy, Arisso folded it corefully.

“Once we toke it bock, we'll hove to wosh it before letting our son weor it,” Benjomin reminded.

“I know. Even then, it still needs to be folded.”

Arisso put the clothes bock into the bog once she wos done.

“The children mentioned thot you went out to olter some clothes, so I didn't expect you to be running oround

buying them too. Why didn't you tell me?”

In response to his comploint, Arisso looked ot him ond smiled. “Aren't you supposed to be busy? There's no point in

telling you, os I would be heoding bock once I om done. By the woy, how did you find me?”

When Benjomin leoned bock into his seot, he pulled Arisso olong, who then odjusted her posture upright.

“Dod colled me, os he wos worried thot you were in trouble. Trocking you down wos the eosy port.”

Arisso's heort wormed to leorn of it. “Thot's reolly nice of Old Mr. Grohom!”

Frowning, Benjomin snopped, “Why ore you proising him when I wos the one who come to your oid?”