Davis glanced at the faces of the two elderly in-laws beside him just in time to catch each of them masking their shock.
For a moment, he found it strangely refreshing to see them still bearing the grudge of the past while the met on a narrow path.
Totally unfazed about the full tale between the Santiagos and the Andersons, Davis was the first to break the silence.
"Grandma," he greeted softly, stepping forward with quiet respect to help her out of the elevator.
Once outside, Lady Matilda paused in the hallway. Her gaze lingered on Davis, her eyes misty with the weight of memories. One hand leaned against her walking stick while the other trembled as she slowly lifted it, her frail fingers carefully tracing Davis' features.
"You've suffered a lot," she murmured, a bitter smile tugging at her lips every word a testimony to the pains endured.
