As the car pulled up to Greg's grand estate, the towering iron gates parted gracefully, welcoming them inside. The clock struck noon—perfect timing for lunch. The scent of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, signaling that the kitchen staff had been hard at work preparing something special. Greg had made sure of it, instructing the chef to create a meal packed with nutrients yet appealing enough for a child like Dylan to love.
The moment they stepped inside, they were met with warm smiles.
"Welcome back, Miss Watson. Welcome home, Dylan," Edward and Andrea Freeman greeted in unison, along with the other house staff, their voices filled with genuine warmth.
Dylan beamed and eagerly waved at them. "Hello, Mrs. Freeman! Is Cole home?" he asked excitedly. Cole, Andrea, and Edward's son, was just a year older than Dylan and one of his favorite playmates.