Victoria asked Gwyneth to go change her clothes, then helped Haley get the twins’ diapers changed.
It was Haley’s first time meeting the little lady and young master, and she was absolutely smitten. She already saw Victoria’s children as her own grandkids.
The fact that Gwyneth had followed Victoria back to the Turner estate genuinely surprised Haley, though it was a happy surprise.
When Haley saw Emily, she was nearly moved to tears.
“Miss, you’re alive,” she choked out.
Haley had long assumed Emily and Edith were gone for good. She never dreamed she’d see Emily again in her lifetime.
Emily smiled warmly. “Haley, you’re still as spirited as ever. Knowing you’re here taking care of Vicky puts me at ease.”
Even though Emily had spent those years bedridden, Victoria had kept her updated about everything at home, always mentioning how devoted Haley was.
Both Emily and Victoria trusted Haley implicitly. Emily knew she was loyal to the Turners, and Victoria felt completely at ease bringing her children back home.
Ever since Emily’s return, everything connected to the Simms family had been cleared out of the estate—down to changing the entry code.
While Emily and Haley chatted, Victoria’s phone rang. She stepped aside to take the call, not wanting to intrude on her aunt’s reunion with Haley.
When she saw McNeil’s name flash on the screen, Victoria hesitated. He always seemed to know things before anyone else.
Victoria understood what he wanted—to see her, and perhaps see the kids. Or maybe just Gwyneth. Gwyn had always been close to McNeil, unlike Chris and Celia, who never shared that bond.
She stared at the phone but didn’t answer. Her plate was full with the Simms court case, and she had neither the time nor the energy to get tangled up with him again.
If he, with all his wealth and free time, wanted company, he could go have drinks with friends or find someone else to entertain him. She just couldn’t be bothered.
Victoria ignored the call, letting it ring until she finally switched the phone to silent.
Emily was still deep in conversation, not noticing Victoria’s momentary distraction.
Eventually, the phone stopped buzzing, only for a text to pop up immediately after:
“I know you’re back. Bring the kids out for dinner when you have time.”
Victoria didn’t reply.
Dinner? She’d already promised Marcus, and with Max around, Gwyneth would be thrilled.
Victoria had no idea what terms McNeil was on with Violet these days. Since Gwyneth had been living with her, the girl had become so much gentler and better behaved, never talking back, always so considerate.
Victoria didn’t want McNeil dragging her back to Violet. Gwyneth was still just a child, and being cherished was always better than being stifled. If McNeil took her away again, the fragile bond Victoria had just rebuilt with her daughter would shatter all over again.
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