The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 200

**Title: Chasing Light, Finding Peace by Rohan Verma**

Mrs. Turner was positively bursting with joy upon receiving the news that Charlotte and Old Master Bennett were en route back home. The thought of their arrival filled her with a sense of excitement that was hard to contain.

“Is there anything we need to prepare in advance? It feels like ages since Mrs. Bennett last graced us with her presence. Should I arrange for the staff to get things ready? I want to ensure everything goes smoothly when you return,” she inquired, her mind racing with possibilities.

Charlotte quickly interjected, her voice calm and reassuring. “No need to worry about that, Mrs. Turner. We’re keeping this visit low-key, so let’s keep it under wraps. Just focus on taking care of Autumn for now. We’ll manage just fine.”

Mrs. Turner nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Oh, and please, don’t mention anything to Owen or the others beforehand. I wouldn’t want to overwhelm my daughter-in-law with too much commotion.”

The thoughtfulness Charlotte displayed towards Autumn touched Mrs. Turner deeply. It was a reminder of the bond they shared, a bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

For years, the whispers had circulated that Owen remained single due to his mother’s intimidating presence, which had supposedly scared off any potential partners. But the truth, known only to the household staff, was that Owen simply had no interest in dating.

Since Old Master Bennett had hung up his boots, Charlotte had embarked on a journey around the globe with him, returning home only on rare occasions for work commitments. The couple had little interest in vetting their son’s romantic interests; they were blissfully unconcerned about setting him up on dates. They had left the matter entirely in Owen’s hands.

Initially, Mrs. Turner had envisioned Owen as one of those stoic, unattainable bachelors, the kind often depicted in romance novels—completely indifferent to women and relationships. But then, out of the blue, news arrived that a baby was on the way.

Mrs. Turner had cared for Owen since he was a young boy, so naturally, she felt a wave of happiness wash over her at this news. “You got it! Just give me a heads-up before you arrive so I can coordinate with the staff at the main house.”

Charlotte responded with a warm smile. “Will do. And Mrs. Turner, I can’t thank you enough for all your hard work over the years. I’ll make sure everyone receives a generous Christmas bonus this year.”

Mrs. Turner’s smile widened, radiating warmth and sincerity. The Bennetts had always been generous, and the mention of a *big* bonus hinted at something substantial.

At her age, Mrs. Turner was not in dire need of extra money. But who would turn down a little extra cash, especially when it came from someone as thoughtful as Charlotte? She always selected gifts for the staff with care, treating them not merely as hired help but as valued members of the family. They felt genuinely respected, and in turn, their gratitude towards the Bennetts ran deep.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bennett!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with appreciation as she hung up the phone, satisfied that Charlotte had no further instructions.

Just then, Autumn and Owen returned from their walk, and Mrs. Turner wasted no time in sending someone to fetch fresh towels.

As soon as Autumn stepped inside, Mrs. Turner was right there, ready to hand her a towel to wipe her face and hands. Her attentiveness was nothing short of impeccable.

Autumn felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks. “Really, I—”

Owen gently interrupted her, his tone light. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Mrs. Turner is just being her usual kind self. You’re a wonderful person, and you’re pregnant. Naturally, everyone wants to shower you with a bit of extra care.”

Mrs. Turner chuckled at Owen’s words. “Well, we’re on the clock, after all! We’ve got to earn our keep! Ma’am, just let us know what you need. When there’s nothing to do, we get a bit anxious—makes us worry we might be out of a job!”

Autumn couldn’t help but laugh. “Losing my job at my age? Can you imagine how humiliating that would be? The gossip would be relentless.”

Mrs. Turner’s humor lightened the mood, and Autumn couldn’t help but reflect on the stark contrast between the Bennetts and her past experiences. *The Bennetts are truly a different class,* she thought. *Even their staff are perceptive and witty.*

She remembered the Lopez family, who had also employed help. But Mrs. Lopez had a notorious temper and treated her staff like personal slaves, as if the meager wages she offered granted her ownership of their very lives. The staff had been constantly on edge, ordered around with a harsh, commanding tone.

Autumn had attempted to intervene, but the staff had insisted they would rather leave without pay than endure the toxic atmosphere. Reluctantly, she had paid them what they were owed and let them go, only to face her parents’ wrath when they found out.

“They wanted to leave, so what does that have to do with us? Why on earth did you pay them? If you have that much money to throw around, let me manage it for you. It’s clear you’ve never had to work for anything. Do you think the Lopez family is made of money?”

Back then, Autumn had been bewildered. The Lopez family seemed financially stable, so why were her parents so obsessed with every last penny?

It wasn’t until later that the pieces fell into place. In her parents’ eyes, she was merely a pawn in their family game. Her existence was solely to enhance her father’s reputation.

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