Chapter 178

"Were you thinking about something? Your expression is hilarious!" Angela couldn't stop laughing.

Finn finally walked over, saw the photo, and couldn't help but smile wryly. "This will do. It's fine like this."

Angela's smile was especially radiant in the photo, reminding him of how she looked in his childhood memories.

As they walked out of the photography studio, Finn kept staring at the picture as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Angela was a little exasperated. "What now? Should we head to the pedestrian street for a walk?"

Finn agreed, and after their stroll, they made plans to go hiking together over the weekend.

On her way home, Angela bought food for Fiona.

"I'm back," Angela called out, pushing the door open with one hand. She assumed Fiona or Dexter would be there, but to her dismay, the only people in the living room were the two people she absolutely didn't want to see-Natalie and Trevor.

"Grandma." Angela set down her things before politely asking, "What brings you here? Have you eaten?"

"Come over here and sit." Natalie's expression was unpleasant, and her commanding tone made Angela uncomfortable.

"Grandma, don't be harsh on her. She's had a long day," Trevor said gently, sounding like the classic manipulative sweet-talker.

Natalie snorted. "She's treated you that way, yet you're still speaking up for her. Do you think she'll appreciate it?"

Angela took a deep breath.

It was clear that this old woman had come to stir up trouble, but how had she even gotten in? This was her turf, not some public space open to all members of the Bamford family.

Angela was determined to have a word with the maids later-under no circumstances should these two be let in again.

Nonetheless, out of courtesy, Angela still sat down.

"Angela, about what happened before—it was all just a moment of foolishness on Trevor's part. He's told me that multiple times already. Didn't he also apologize to you?

"He nearly lost his life over it! Can't you let it go?" Natalie clutched Angela's hand, her voice alternating between pleading and reprimanding, enough to lull anyone to sleep.

"Sure," Angela unexpectedly agreed. "Plus, I've already forgiven him."

"Then why are you treating him like this, not seeing him as family?" Natalie's face darkened.

"Grandma, think about it. If someone held a knife to your neck and scared you half to death, then apologized profusely afterward, would you truly consider them family in your heart, even if you said you forgave them?" Angela asked with a sweet smile.

Her tone was nothing but frank. She had no intention of coddling them—if someone else wanted to, they could go right ahead.

"You... This is outright sophistry!" Natalie gritted her teeth.

"Not at all." Angela shrugged, feigning innocence. "You asked me to forgive him, and I did. But expecting me to treat him like a dear family member and live

harmoniously with him? That's asking too much. I'm no saint-l

simply can't do it."

"Angela, I sincerely admit I was wrong." Trevor stood up, looking like a child who had done something wrong and pleading for forgiveness.

Angela really wanted to roll her eyes. How could someone be so nauseating?

She couldn't be bothered to respond. Instead, she lowered her head to check her phone. She sent a message to Fiona, asking her to hurry home and bail her out of this situation.

"Angela, my grandson is talking to you. Can't you show some manners?" Natalie raised her tone, her attitude toward Angela full of disdain.

"Sorry, but my mom passed away early, and my dad didn't bother raising me. I have offended your eyes and ears with my lack of manners, then please, both of you, feel free to leave. You're not welcome here," Angela said bluntly, issuing an outright eviction notice.