Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 242

"Are the cakes good?" Grace asked.

Seren nodded. "Delicious. Yours are the best, Grace." They tasted just as she remembered from her childhood—warm, subtly sweet, with a delicate floral fragrance and nothing else. After years of overly sugary pastries, this simple, pure taste was a welcome delight.

"Good, I'm glad," Grace beamed. "I was worried I'd overcooked them."

After finishing her cake, Seren said, "Grace, I should probably get started on the painting." *Plantain and Stone* wasn't a complicated piece; she could finish it in a few hours.

Grace waved a dismissive hand. "It's almost lunchtime. You're not painting now. You can wait here or go look at the paintings in Mr. Forrest's study. We'll talk after we eat. There's no rush. If you can't finish it today, you can come back another time."

Seren laughed. "Grace, it sounds less like you invited me here to paint and more like you just wanted someone to have lunch with."

Grace took her hand and patted it affectionately. "You're right. I did want you to come for a meal. Mr. Forrest has been wondering for years why you haven't visited. This was just the perfect opportunity to get you here."

Since Grace had put it that way, Seren couldn't refuse. While Grace went to the kitchen to cook, Seren wandered out into the garden. A familiar grape arbor stood before her, its vines lush and green in the midday sun. Beneath it, a small pond was filled with red and white koi that occasionally surfaced among the water lilies. A gardener was trimming the roses, and Seren could overhear snippets of their conversation.

"Did you hear about that woman who was pushed over at the main gate this morning? They say she's from Villa Six. A Miss Bradley, I think. And it was her own brother who pushed her."

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