Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

His oldest son Neville took over the family business, the middle son Gorman became a top-notch lawyer, and the youngest, Owen, dedicated his life to scientific research. "Did anything happen when you visited Owen this afternoon?"

Silver frowned, speaking deliberately, "Something's off about him."

"What do you mean, 'off'?"

"When I went to drop off some food for him today, he actually asked for two portions! Two, can you believe it?!"

Uh...

Ferdinand didn't quite get it: "And? What's wrong with that?"

"My gut tells me our son might have a girlfriend!"

Why else would he ask for two portions?

Ferdinand thought it was going to be some earth-shattering news. "So, he asked for an extra meal. What's the big deal? Maybe he's planning to eat twice. Or maybe it's for a casual friend. You're overthinking it."

He got himself a cup of tea, savored the aroma before taking a sip, a picture of relaxation in stark contrast to Silver's anxious demeanor.

"You know Owen. All he does is bury himself in experiments and data. He hardly ever comes home for meals, let alone has time for dating. Besides, our son's at the age where having a girlfriend should be good news, right? You've been nagging about setting him up with someone from this family or that. Now it seems like he's taken matters into his own hands. What's there to worry about?"

Kids grow up; they're meant to spread their wings. You can't control them forever.

Not that you could if you tried.

Silver knew this to be true.

thought of her son dating some girl who just appeared out of nowhere filled her with

"I'm off to bed!"

quipped, "Eh? You're done stepping on

bed, early to

head over to Owen's rented place first thing in the morning to see what was really going

...

September mornings dawn early.

through the curtains before

sat up, yawned, and began her

the kitchen and seeing it was about time, she headed out to the

by the

a scream

woman in high heels and

on the third floor had a habit of leaving their trash out overnight for the morning cleanup. Sometimes, it would

the staircase, could

both unsightly and

probably tripped because of her tall heels and

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