Richard shifted toward Reed, his voice carrying an apologetic tone. "Mr. Gould, forgive Grace's behavior. I've been too lenient with her through the years. I trust you won't take offense."
Reed simply gave a slight shake of his head, signaling his understanding, then made his departure.
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Jenifer's POV
Due to my injuries, Mable had become absolutely ruthless about the rules. I wasn't permitted to leave the house under any circumstances, regardless of my protests.
Since the office faced no urgent matters, I surrendered to her demands and committed myself to healing at home.
Before I realized it, weeks had passed with me trapped indoors, barely glimpsing the outside world.
Today, I found myself confronting another bowl of medicinal soup. I'd lost count of how many days this liquid torture had continued.
"Jenifer, Miss Randal's on the line," Mable declared, extending the phone toward me. "Take it, but return it immediately when you're finished."
