At a similar point in time as my previous life, it seemed the informants here had alerted those at the main estate.
The visitor was Ethan's mother. Well-preserved due to her wealth, she appeared to be in her early forties despite nearing sixty.
Her face was exquisitely made up, yet it failed to conceal her spiteful nature.
She had always looked down on me, initially believing I married her son for money and social climbing. She refused to provide a dowry and didn't even hold a wedding for us.
I resented this at the time, but Ethan's sweet talk swayed me. A few honeyed words and I lost my head, marrying him outright. This angered my parents so much they cut off contact with me.
Back then, I thought marrying a man who loved me so deeply couldn't be a loss.
Now, I wanted to kick myself for being such a fool with a head full of lard!
Vanessa happily entered carrying bags of all sizes. Her expression shifted slightly upon seeing Harmony, then again as she looked at Ethan.