Chapter 300

After finishing breakfast, Mary Thompson was tidying up the dishes, her face warm with a smile. “Ma’am, ever since you came back to live here, Mr. Wright’s obviously been in a much better mood.” I glanced at her. “Really?” She nodded right away. “Absolutely. Mr. Wright’s been trying to make up with you for a while now. Your things—he made sure I kept them in perfect shape. And that garden—it was totally empty before, but he redid the whole thing because you like it. Did you notice all those flowers? He planted them himself.” “Mr. Wright is clueless about this stuff. He didn’t just wing it—he hired people, checked the soil, picked the right seeds, really put in the effort. Now the flowers bloom so well all because he takes care of them himself. He only lets me water them once in a while.” “He really wants to fix things between you two.” I sipped the last of my milk and gave a small chuckle. “That’s just too little, too late. When I needed him, where was he? Now it's meaningless—no matte