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.

child who doesn’t respect his own mother has no right

someone so lacking in

never tolerate something

with hurt. He’d already apologized to his

Now, he’d tried to reach out to

again.

Henry immediately ran to him, wrapping his

around his father’s leg.

made

she held it in and spoke coldly, “Take your son and leave. Don’t disrupt

any further.”

Timothy said quietly. “If a child

take it out on me. I’ll accept whatever

Henry was

realized his

If they kept

it would only wound

more deeply.

lifted Henry up, gently patting his back

call me Mom, either,”

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

your plans to

If

the

son and teach him

son

the housekeeper? Is

how you were raised?”

get

tightly, and headed for

supposed to be about

could see how much they both

right.

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