A month had passed since Natalia chose the quiet, simple life at the farmhouse.
But one afternoon, as she was sorting through some fresh vegetables she had picked from the garden, a soft knock echoed at the door.
She wiped her hands on the apron and, puzzled, made her way to the door. Who could it be? She wasn't expecting anyone.
When she opened it, her breath caught in her throat. There, standing in the doorway with a nervous smile, was Ambrose's mother.
"Natalia," she began softly, her eyes filled with an unexpected sincerity. "We hope we're not intruding."
Natalia blinked, taking a moment to process. She hadn't seen Mrs. Li in months, not since Ambrose had forced her to come to this farmhouse. She still remembered the cold way Ambrose's mother had treated her.
But today, there was no hostility. Just a quiet, vulnerable woman standing before her, holding a bouquet of flowers.
