While they were chatting, a maid approached with a tray of drinks. Each of them picked a glass when the maid suddenly spoke up.
"Miss, your father just arrived."
Jessica's head snapped toward the garden entrance. "Are you serious?" she asked, her brows knitting together as she turned to the maid, who gave a quick curtsy.
Before she could say another word, Old Elliot Raven stepped into the garden. He was dressed in a simple tracksuit and canvas shoes, exuding the energy of a much younger man. Despite his age, his presence carried a powerful aura—one that demanded respect.
Jessica immediately sprang to her feet, her emotions stirring at the sight of the one person who had always been her pillar. As she rushed toward him, they embraced warmly.
At that moment, the walls Jessica had built around herself crumbled. Everything she had endured, every wrong she had suffered, came rushing back, choking her with emotion. Her nose stung as she fought back tears.
