Every year on his birthday, Niamh would carefully prepare all of Clifford's favorite dishes—a fact he never failed to boast about to his old friends, proud of both her cooking and the affection behind it.
So he never expected her to buy him a gift. The meals she made were more than enough.
But this time, Niamh had gotten him something.
Clifford felt both touched and a little wistful. He couldn't shake the sense that this was Niamh's way of drawing a clear line between herself and Jonathan.
"What is it, anyway?" Lucy jeered. "Had to get a courier to bring it over—don't tell me it's just takeout?"
Everyone at the table was fully roped in by the mystery of this belated birthday present.
Except Jonathan.
Ever since Niamh told him she wanted a divorce and moved out of Jade Peak Manor, he hadn't given her a cent. She'd never asked, either.
He suspected her gift was probably something handmade—something personal, but inexpensive. A homemade scarf, maybe. Or a cake she baked herself. The sort of sentimental gesture you'd see in a novel or a TV drama.
Marina had similar thoughts. She was curious, sure, but didn't expect anything too grand. Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly compare to her own gift.
Clifford carefully unwrapped the package and opened the gift box.
Inside was another box—a violin case.
Clifford's eyes lit up.
It was a violin case, and nestled inside was, of course, a violin.
His hands trembled as he reached for it.
"Nia… You remembered your granddad's old dream?"
He had learned to play the violin as a child, and once, his greatest wish had been to perform as a professional violinist. But life had other plans; he joined the army, went into business, and gradually moved further and further away from music.
After Niamh married into the Thomas family, he'd once mentioned this unfulfilled dream to her, almost in passing. He never imagined she would remember it.
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