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.

mother has no

someone so lacking in manners

never tolerate

filled with hurt. He’d already apologized to his mother, but she

Now, he’d tried to reach out to his grandmother

again.

immediately ran to him, wrapping his

around his father’s leg.

Timothy only made Mrs. Zimmerman’s

coldly, “Take your son

any further.”

quietly. “If a child acts

out on me. I’ll accept

Henry

realized his mistake;

If they

it would

more deeply.

up, gently patting his back to

call me Mom,

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

your plans

If you

falls on the

and teach him

kind of son

housekeeper? Is

how you were raised?”

Mrs. Zimmerman might get even more upset, Timothy

tightly, and headed for

to be about helping

could see how much they

right.

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