Chapter 42

Victoria leaned against the doorframe, not saying a word. Her gaze quietly followed Henry's hands moving as he washed the vegetables. She had to admit, he had a kind of effortless grace no matter what he did—even the simple act of rinsing greens looked elegant coming from him. To her, being on the receiving end of someone cooking for her like this... it used to feel like something completely out of reach. Her stare drifted off slightly, as if lost in thought. Then, a loud knock on the door cut through the quiet room, snapping her back. Victoria paused for a moment, confused—who would show up at this hour? Henry heard it too; he paused what he was doing and glanced toward the door. "I got it," Victoria said as she turned and walked over. But when she opened the door, she was caught off-guard by the soaked woman standing outside. It was Grace. Victoria hadn't expected her to show up here. Not now. "You—" "Why did you betray Elijah, Victoria?" That question had been burning in Grace's min