Timothy started forward, ready to greet them.

But Mrs. Zimmerman had already walked up to Henry. “You said your mother is

the housekeeper?”

“And who are you?” Henry asked, having never met Mrs. Zimmerman before.

She’d spent most of the past years living abroad, only returning occasionally—

and never with a chance to meet Timothy’s son.

Jessica quickly stood and slipped her arm through Mrs. Zimmerman’s. “Mom, why

are you up so early? You should have rested longer.”

“I was worried about your grandfather and Daisy,” Mrs. Zimmerman replied. “I just

checked on your grandfather. He’s lucid, can move his arms and legs—just a bit

weak, but he should be fine.”

Henry remembered when Sallie had taken him to the Zimmermans’ estate; that’s

when he’d learned his mother was actually part of this family.

So, the elegant woman in front of him must be Mr. Zimmerman’s mother—his

grandmother.

He looked up shyly. “Grandma.”

The word made Mrs. Zimmerman’s heart tremble for a split second; blood ties

couldn’t be ignored. But then she remembered this boy had called his own mother

the housekeeper. That anger flared up again.

his own mother

someone so lacking in manners

never tolerate

hurt. He’d already apologized

tried to reach out to his grandmother and

again.

immediately ran to him, wrapping his

around his father’s leg.

Timothy only made

in and spoke coldly,

any further.”

child acts out, the father is to

on me. I’ll accept whatever you have

believed Henry was

had realized

If they

out, it would only wound

more deeply.

Henry up, gently patting

call me Mom, either,”

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

about your plans to

Vince. If

falls on the

and

of son calls

housekeeper?

how you were raised?”

might get even more upset, Timothy didn’t

turned, holding Henry tightly, and headed for the

was supposed to be about helping

see how much they both wanted

right.

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