The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 65

Chapter 65: A Treat

Anya entered the dining room, greeted by the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of her family's chatter. Her mother-in-law chatted loudly as usual while her father-in-law replied with a few hums here and there. Daniel sat next to Rodney, deep in conversation. She smiled as she took her seat at the table; this feeling was something she had always yearned for. Since her mother got sick, he had not had the chance to feel this atmosphere. "Good morning, Anya dear," Wendy said with a warm smile as she poured Anya a cup of coffee. "How are you feeling today?"

Anya returned the smile, feeling a sense of warmth wash over her at Wendy's motherly aura. Good morning, Mrs. Shaw," she replied. "I'm feeling much better, thank you."

"What, Mrs. Shaw. Mum." Wendy Corrected.

"Mum," Anya called to the approval of the rest.

"Dad, grandpa," Wendy guided her, gesturing to Mr. Shaw and Old Master Rhodes.

Anya's ears turned red under their expectant gaze as she also called to them, "Dad, Grandpa, good morning," she greeted, and they both nodded.

"It seems you are doing better today. It is Daniel's fault for not fixing this sooner and letting you suffer. Don't worry, Grandpa will support you to let him kneel on the washboard," Old Master Rhodes said.

Mr. Shaw nodded in agreement, his expression filled with paternal concern. "You can do what you want with him, Anya," he admitted, his voice gruff but sincere. "But it's good to see you looking brighter today."

Anya's face turned red from the teasing. She could tell they had seen the forums. But her heart

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swelled with gratitude at Mr. Shaw's words. She had yearned for people. When she and Daniel divorced, she had thought she would not get another chance to see them again. She was grateful to be back. She had to admit; she missed them.. "Thank you," she said in almost a whisper, but they all heard her.

Her maternal grandfather-in-law, Mr. Rhodes St., grunted in agreement, his expression stern but affectionate. "You're part of this family now, Anya," he declared firmly. "And we take care

of our own."

eyes at his words. But she held it back. She had wanted this for so long. Even when she first married Daniel, she did not feel that she

a plate

to enjoy their breakfast together, Wendy turned to Anya with a smile. "Anya. dear, I was thinking," she began, her voice gentle. "You've been through so much lately. Why don't you take some time to relax today?" Wendy's eyes were full of expectation when she spoke. It was clear she was thinking

eyes widened in surprise at the suggestion. "I wouldn't

concerns with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense, dear," she

chopping, a visit to

one

she said and turned to Daniel, who was watching them quietly all this while. "Hurry and drop your card," she ordered. "Here," Daniel said, taking out his card, and his mother

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have for your card?" His mother asked, grabbing it from him

refusing to hold

Wendy stuffed it in her hand. When Daniel saw that Anya was still uncomfortable about taking his card, he got up as he

death stare. It amused Daniel so much as her mouth was filled with food, so she looked like a squirrel when she gave him that look. She looked too cute; he resisted

at Wendy. "In that case, I would love to,"

at her. "Good," she said decisively. "Then it's settled. Anya,

she saw Anya take the card in spite and was quite

declared. Then she spotted

up when we are ready. I don't care how busy you are,

as he looked at his wife. "Of course, Madam," he said. "I'll be there." After bidding her

cheerful as they enjoyed each

in the Shaws. They had welcomed her with open arms, supporting her through the darkest of times, and for that,

soothing scent of lavender-it all enveloped her in a cocoon of relaxation. She exchanged a smile with Wendy, her mother-in-law, before they were escorted to the changing rooms to prepare

Anya slipped out of her clothes and into a plush robe, relishing the sensation of the soft fabric against her skin. As she tied the sash around her waist, she couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation

Curiosity piqued; she