When Timothy got home and didn’t see his parents anywhere, he turned to Mabel and asked where they’d gone.
Mabel shook her head, uncertain.
Seeing Sheila there put her in a foul mood. Mrs. Zimmerman had already been gone for so long. Only now, with Sandra and Abell visiting, had Mabel learned that Sheila was actually the Zimmermans’ adopted daughter—making her, officially, Timothy’s aunt. You’d think, with that kind of relationship, Sheila would know to keep her distance. Shameless, really.
But as a housekeeper, Mabel knew her place. She kept her mouth shut—her opinion wouldn’t matter anyway.
The young master was hopeless too, fawning over Sheila as if he’d forgotten about his real mother. The more Mabel thought about it, the more she pitied Mrs. Zimmerman.
That night, only Timothy and Sheila sat at the dining table. With Sandra and Abell out, Sheila finally had the chance to cozy up to Timothy, fussing over his injuries and asking after his health. Mabel couldn’t stand the sight and retreated to the kitchen to busy herself with chores.
Meanwhile, Sandra and Abell were having dinner with Larkin. Delighted to see old friends, Larkin was all smiles and laughter. The three of them caught up, none of them eager to dive straight into serious conversation—after all, it had been years since their last visit, and it would have been rude to jump right to business.
After dinner, Larkin invited them to his study for tea. The room was decorated with Jessica’s art—delicate paper cuttings framed on the walls. Larkin couldn’t help but boast about Sandra and Abell’s daughter-in-law.
“Timothy’s a lucky man to have found such a talented wife,” Larkin beamed, gesturing at the intricate paper art. “Just look at that—her work is more lifelike than a painting!”
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