ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

SYLVIA'S POV

I walked back to my room from the front porch of the Lockwood mansion, feeling the cool breeze on my face. As I entered, I noticed Dora still busy with her cleaning. I gave her a friendly smile before making my way to the adjoining room where I heard the cheerful sound of laughter.

Curious, I approached the slightly ajar door and peeked inside. To my delight, I saw Grayson sitting with Zenith and Zendaya. They were all laughing and enjoying his jokes, their faces lit up with genuine amusement. Grayson’s presence seemed to bring out a side of them I hadn't seen before.

I leaned against the doorframe, a smile spreading across my face as I watched the scene unfold. In that moment, it was clear how much of an impact Grayson’s presence had on my kids. It was different from what they had with Raymond. Yes, they loved Raymond, but the bond they shared with Grayson felt more profound, more natural. It was as if Grayson effortlessly stepped into the role of a father, and my childr