"Mom, you're overthinking things. Dad has always defended you in front of Grandpa and Grandma. He's a filial son, but he went against them for you. Dad loves you very much. Don't say such things in front of him. He'll be sad if he hears those words," Henry coaxed her patiently.
Agnes sighed. "I know he treats me well. But after witnessing your grandma fall down, I'm afraid he'll..."
Knowing Dorothy, she would definitely use the fall as an excuse to stir up trouble. The servants brought over the luggage. "Mrs. Miller's luggage is ready."
Henry nodded and helped Agnes up to her feet. "Let me walk you to the car. I'll come and get you after we handle everything here."
Agnes nodded quietly.
Henry helped Agnes get into the car.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll help you explain to Dad. He won't be mad at you."
"Okay." Agnes held onto Henry's hands. "Henry, it's all my fault. Yet, I'm now running away and leaving you to clean up the mess."
