By the third week, Genevieve had regained enough strength to move around without much help.
That evening, she surprised Shantel by not only getting out of bed but also insisting on making tea herself—for both of them.
Shantel, who was shuttling between keeping an eyes on her and reading a report sent by her assistant at Luxe Plaza about the ongoing project, couldn't convince her otherwise.
When she was done with the report and sending Ralph the feedback, Shantel walked into the cozy kitchen, and found her grandmother pouring hot water into two delicate cups with a steady hand and a soft smile.
"Elsanora, my dear," Genevieve began, her voice affectionate, "I'm sorry for keeping you cooped up at home these past few weeks. I must have disrupted your work."
Shantel smiled as she leaned against the counter. "That's nothing, Grandma. You're far more important than work. I'm just grateful to see you up and about again."
