Chapter 53
Brenda sat alone in her estate. The maids were taking a brief break, so the estate was silent and quiet, which was trifling. Jasmine's laughter faintly echoed in her head—the way her eyes widened at every fascinating thing she saw in the mall and the way she bounced around excitedly. While Hanith silently nodded in affirmation, a little scrunch of his nose, and how he had softly whispered, "Thank you," after receiving that gift—even though he barely said a word the entire time.
Brenda found herself smiling at the memory. It was precious. Her brow quickly came together. She wasn't supposed to feel this. She wasn't supposed to care. But those kids were her grandchildren.
And yet—a bittersweet smile latched onto her face. She didn't like their mother. She never would. But—
