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

lacking in manners

never

He’d already apologized to his mother, but she

to reach out

again.

the room, and Henry immediately

around his father’s leg.

made Mrs. Zimmerman’s irritation

coldly,

any further.”

a child acts out, the father is

on me. I’ll accept whatever you have to

Henry was still

realized his mistake;

learn. If they

it would only wound

more deeply.

gently patting his back to

call me

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

your

from Vince. If you

on the

and

kind of son calls

housekeeper?

how you were raised?”

Zimmerman might get even

Henry tightly, and

to be about

could see how much they both wanted to make

right.

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