Chapter 92: An Invitation to Heal

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** It was clear to me that Dorothy couldn’t continue living in that house. The walls of her home bore witness to too much pain, a space incapable of offering her solace or a proper environment to grow and learn. She deserved better—something brighter, safer, and full of opportunity. The palace had more than enough empty rooms, didn’t it? With care, I broached the idea. "Dorothy, have you ever thought about moving to the palace? You could stay with me. There’s no one my age there, and honestly, I’m bored to death. If you moved in, we could go to school together, train together—it would be so much fun. What do you think?" Dorothy raised an eyebrow, seeing right through my thinly veiled suggestion. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she said, "You can just say it, Thelma. This house isn’t fit for anyone to live in." Caught, I gave a sheepish smile. "I didn’t want to sound too harsh." Dorothy shrugged, her smile lingering. I half expected her to re