Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

The atmosphere in the living room was tense. Brigitta sipped the blackcurrant tea, while Greta was sitting next to her, still trying to digest the old woman's words.

She really didn't understand Brigitta's way of thinking.

What was so good about Lisa that she could make the old woman like her so much?

Oscar, his son and the grandson of Brigitta, was the most handsome man they had ever seen. But Greta didn't take her pride in Oscar because he was her son. Even if Oscar was a foreigner, Greta would still think that Oscar was the most handsome man in the world.

Supposedly, a handsome man like Oscar got a suitable life partner. His partner should be an equal, beautiful woman inside and out, has intelligence above average, and most importantly comes from a rich family.

Obviously, these traits didn't lie with Lisa who didn't even have a clear background!

Before Greta could voice her opinion, Brigitta continued, "I don't care what you think about Lisa or their relationship. They have my blessing. If you don't agree with me, you can walk away from the family."

"Mom!" This time, Greta really couldn't contain her emotions, "What's so good about Lisa!? Why did you defend Lisa instead of me? I am your daughter-in-law!"

"Lisa is Oscar's chosen woman!" Brigitta's reply was no less emotional than Greta's. The old woman looked at her with a fiery gaze, "I don't care if you're my daughter-in-law or a stranger, I don't care! Do you know that I did not approve of your marriage to Peter? If you don't insist and whine like a child to our family, I definitely won't let Peter sustain his marriage with a woman like you!"

"What—"

Brigitta's fire of anger was unbearable. She pounded the table with her palm until the tea in Greta's cup shook.

"Greta, don't you dare try my patience! One thing you need to remember is, I let you marry Peter because you are the woman of his choice. Because of Peter, I try to respect his choice and accept you in our family!"

Various kinds of feelings began to slowly grow inside Greta's chest. Her throat felt bitter and her desire to explode became more and more intense as time went on. Actually, the corners of her lips were already filled with various strings of harsh words, but she just didn't have the courage to say them all.

All Greta could do now was quell the flames of her anger.

For a few moments, Greta could only look down and not make a sound.

Brigitta didn't want to show her anger in front of Greta or anyone else. It's just that the feeling of annoyance had grown and lingered inside of her, so now it was forcing its way out when she heard that condescending question leave Greta's lips.

At that time, Brigitta prefered Peter's ex-girlfriend, Kumala. Even now, the woman still clearly remembers the face and name of the woman who managed to win Peter's heart in the past.

Until this moment, Brigitta didn't know what Greta did until Peter chose to marry her instead of Kumala. In terms of beauty, intelligence, kindness, manners, Kumala is the winner. That's why Brigitta doesn't know what Peter saw in Greta.

"Lisa is Oscar's chosen woman. Just like Peter chose you. In all my life, I have never seen Oscar love someone this much. As a parent and a grandmother, I can only believe that Oscar's choice is the best choice. As his family, I just want to see Oscar always smiling and living a happy life."

Brigitta turned and looked at Greta intently. The old woman's eyes were still sharp and fiery, "Isn't that what we want? Seeing Oscar smiling and filled with love?"

"I hope you don't disturb the relationship between Oscar and Lisa. Do you get me?" Brigitta continued.

"Mom, I know that you have not been able to accept me as your daughter-in-law. But I've done the best I can to make you accept me as I am. The problem of Peter choosing me over Kumala is none of my business anymore. It was Peter's choice, just like what you told me earlier. Besides, Oscar is my biological son. My flesh and blood, my child, and everything in my life, so I have the right to decide what is best for him." Greta finally replied, "I know what's best for Oscar."

Hearing Greta's answer made Brigitta suddenly get up from the sofa. She slightly lowered her head and looked at the demonic woman with an incredulous look. "Even if you're a mother, it doesn't mean you know what's best for your child. If I find out you want to break the relationship between Oscar and Lisa, I won't be silent. I will reveal all your bad secrets that happened decades ago!"

After listening to Brigitta's threat, Greta felt like her life would be destroyed in a second. Her hands squeezed the hem of her skirt and her eyes almost burst into tears.

"Ma… Did you just threaten me? You know that it happened several decades ago, right? The matter is over!" Greta's voice trembled with fear.

But Brigitta didn't care about the aura of fear emanating from Greta's eyes. The old woman actually felt happy and relieved because she could finally say what she had been hiding in her heart for so long.

"I have been good to you for decades. When you did it, I tried to close my eyes and help you solve the problems then help you to join the Petersson family. I did it because I didn't want Peter to be sad and disappointed." Brigitta raised her hand and pointed at Greta's frightened face with her index finger. "But if you dare to ruin Oscar and Lisa's relationship, I won't stand by and reveal all your bad deeds!"

Greta is not a stupid woman. She knew that all the threats that came out of Brigitta's lips would come true. After all the years she had known Brigitta, Greta knew that the old woman always kept her word.

"Like I said earlier, correct your attitude. Let Oscar marry Lisa, or I'll spill all your bad secrets to Peter and Oscar!" Brigitta continued, this time her voice turned cold.

"The choice is yours, Greta."