The next morning, Lilian arrived at the company earlier than usual. She had skipped work the previous day, and there was plenty to catch up on. As she walked into the building, the receptionist noticed her immediately and stood up with a bright smile.“Good morning, Miss Lilian. How was your night?” the receptionist asked politely.Lilian returned her smile, her tone warm. “It was okay. And how’s your mom? Is she feeling better now?”The receptionist’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Yes, she’s recovering well, thanks to you. I really appreciate your help.”Lilian waved it off with a small smile. “It was nothing, just a little assistance,” she said modestly. “You were here yesterday, right?”“Yes, Miss,” the receptionist replied. She had been surprised not to see Lilian the day before, as she had wanted to thank her in person.“Oh, alright,” Lilian said with a nod, and then she made her way to the elevator.Once she reached her office, Lilian set to work immediately. Stacks of files wa
At lunch break, Aria and Marcus drove to the school. Earlier that day, while they were in his office, Aria had mentioned offhandedly that Lilian’s son attended the same school as their nephew, Jack.This detail had instantly piqued Marcus’s interest, and he insisted on accompanying her to the school. Although Aria found his sudden curiosity a little strange, she decided not to question it.When they arrived, Marcus stepped out of the car first. His tall frame and confident stride immediately drew attention from a few parents waiting nearby, but he paid no mind.Aria followed behind, looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “Jack’s class should be the same as Matt’s,” she said casually, though she wondered why Marcus seemed so eager to see a child he had no connection to—or so she thought.“Alright, lead the way,” Marcus replied, his tone calm.Though his expression remained stoic, he couldn’t ignore the odd flutter of nerves in his chest. He was usually composed and u
“What’s your name?” Matt asked, his curious eyes glancing up at Marcus.Marcus hesitated. He didn’t want Lilian to know he had approached her son. If she found out, she might cut off any chance of him seeing Matt again. Thinking quickly, he kept his expression neutral and lied. “Harrison,” he said smoothly.Matt nodded, seemingly satisfied for the moment. “Oh.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, watching the boy. “Do you think you’ll tell your mom about meeting me today?” he asked with a friendly smile, testing the waters.Matt tilted his head to the side, pretending to think hard about the question. “Should I?”Marcus shook his head with a faint chuckle. “No. Let’s keep this as our little secret,” he said, lowering his voice playfully.Matt muttered an “Oh,” his small hands fidgeting with the edge of the table. After a moment of silence, he looked directly at Marcus. “But why did you lie about your name?” he asked suddenly, catching Marcus off guard.Marcus raised an eyebrow in surpris
Noah glanced at Lilian, his smile warm and genuine. “The house is big enough to accommodate everyone. I’ve missed Matt so much,” he said.Lilian nodded in agreement, her own smile soft. “He missed you too,” she replied, her tone warm.Matt and Noah had always shared a special bond. Among all his uncles, Matt was closest to Noah. That was why Lilian hadn’t told Matt that Noah would be arriving today—she wanted it to be a surprise. As she thought of Matt’s likely reaction, a grin spread across her face.The car pulled into the driveway, and Lilian parked smoothly. She turned to Noah, noticing he was still engrossed in his phone. “We’re here,” she said pointedly.Startled slightly, Noah put his phone away and stepped out of the car. He stretched briefly before following Lilian toward the house.Lilian unlocked the front door and stepped inside, glancing around the living room. “Matt, baby!” she called out loudly.No response.She frowned slightly and checked the time on her phone. “Matt?
The next day, Moses suggested Lilian take the day off from work and spend time with Noah and Matt instead. Lilian readily agreed; after all, she had missed her brother and knew Matt would enjoy the time as well.Once Moses left for the company, Noah leaned back on the couch and grinned. “Let’s go to the shopping mall. I need to get some stuff,” he suggested.Lilian smiled, knowing Noah always had a way of making outings fun. “Alright,” she said, “Matt will love it too.”Together with the driver, they headed out. The car pulled up in front of the shopping mall, and Lilian stepped out first, taking a moment to adjust her dress before helping Matt climb out. Noah followed, stretching his arms casually as he joined them.Inside the mall, Noah turned to Matt, his eyes playful. “What do you want, champ?”“Toys!” Matt exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.Noah chuckled. “Toys it is,” he said, taking the lead toward the toy section.Lilian followed closely behind, shaking her head
The female attendant stood frozen, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out of the escalating situation. She was caught between two determined women, and no matter her choice, it felt like she would end up in trouble. With a nervous smile, she turned to Aria and Lilian. “I’m truly sorry, Miss,” she apologized, her tone hesitant.Aria rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Why are you making this difficult for the poor attendant?” she sneered at Lilian. “There are plenty of other dresses you can pick. Just leave this one.”Lilian turned to Aria, her gaze steady and her lips curling into a cold smile. “I want this dress just as much as you do. You can’t bully your way into stealing it.”Noah, sensing the growing tension, cleared his throat. “I’m willing to pay three times the price,” he said firmly, addressing the attendant.The female attendant looked even more flustered. She felt like a pawn in a game where any move she made would backfire. “Well, um…” she stammered, clearly uns
Aria took the dress from the female attendant, her smug expression growing as she turned to Lilian. “Do you want this dress? I’ll give it to you for free if you kneel down and beg me,” she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself.Lilian chuckled softly at the audacity. “No thanks. I don’t want a dress that’s already damaged,” she replied with a calm, confident smile.Aria’s brow furrowed, but then she let out a sharp laugh. “Damaged? Please. It’s brand new! You’re just jealous because you can’t afford it.”Lilian shrugged, her nonchalance only adding fuel to Aria’s temper. “Believe what you want,” she said, turning to Noah. “Let’s go.”Noah, who had been silently observing, gave Aria a cold glance before nodding to his sister. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” he said, following Lilian as they left the store.Aria’s smile faltered as she watched them walk away. A flicker of doubt crept into her mind, and she quickly unwrapped the dress, frantically inspecting it. She saw nothing w
Lilian carried Matt to his room, holding him carefully as if he might slip away. Once inside, she helped him take a lukewarm bath, her hands gentle as she scrubbed his little arms and legs. When they were done, she wrapped him in a fluffy towel, drying his hair with the utmost care. Matt giggled softly, his cheeks rosy from the warmth of the bath.Lilian handed him his pajamas. “Here, sweetheart. Change into these,” she said, her voice soft and motherly.Matt obeyed without complaint, slipping into the comfortable pajamas his mother had picked out for him.She unplugged the hair dryer after using it to finish drying his hair. “Alright, it’s bedtime now. You’ve got school tomorrow,” she said, holding his hand as she led him to his bed.Matt climbed onto the bed, and Lilian sat beside him, placing a cool hand on his forehead to check his temperature. She sighed in relief when she found it normal—just a habit she had developed over time to ensure he was always okay.Before leaving his si
The question caught everyone off guard. Mrs. Thompson turned to Grandpa with a cautious, observant look, trying to gauge his mood before responding.“Grandpa, this is her,” Mrs. Thompson said, pointing at Lily with a forced smile.Grandpa Thompson’s sharp, scrutinizing gaze shifted to Lily. His eyes raked over her from head to toe, lingering long enough to make her visibly uncomfortable. Lily froze under his stare, unable to move or even look away. Her wide, fearful eyes mirrored the storm of emotions raging inside her.“You think you can fool me with a substitute?” Grandpa finally snapped, his authoritative tone cutting through the tense atmosphere. “I want to see your wife! Not a stand-in!”Despite his age, his voice carried the same commanding presence it likely had decades ago, and the room seemed to shrink under the weight of his words.Lily clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her face flushed with anger. I’m not a substitute, she thought bitterly. Lilian is t
At the same time, Franklin pulled out his card and handed it to the cashier, his movements calm and deliberate. Mrs. Thompson, standing at a distance, shook her head in visible disgust as she watched the scene unfold. Her lips tightened, and her arms crossed over her chest, her disapproval practically radiating from her.She had been watching Franklin and Lilian the entire time, though she pretended not to. Her eyes occasionally darted away to feign indifference, but her glances were sharp and judgmental, as if silently cataloging every flaw she perceived.The cashier swiped Franklin’s card, her professionalism unbroken, and handed it back to him with a polite smile. “Thank you,” Franklin said curtly, picking up the shopping bag with one hand.“Let’s go,” he added, glancing at Lilian. She nodded without a word, her face neutral, and together, they walked out of the mall. Their exit was quiet, but it left a tension hanging in the air.Mrs. Thompson, watching their retreating figures, f
Marcus nodded, barely acknowledging the item Mrs. Thompson had suggested. His focus remained glued to his phone, his thumb moving in a rhythmic pattern as he scrolled. The faint glow from the screen illuminated his face, highlighting his disinterest.Mrs. Thompson sighed, her lips curving slightly upward into a knowing smile. “Let’s take it,” she said, her voice brisk but decisive as she turned to her daughter, Lily.“Okay, Mom,” Lily replied obediently, adjusting the strap of her purse.They didn’t head to the cashier immediately. Instead, they wandered the aisles a bit longer, their steps leisurely as they perused the shelves. The mall’s ambiance was lively yet refined, with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional ding of registers creating a backdrop of familiarity. Shoppers moved with purpose, some clutching baskets overflowing with items, while others strolled with less urgency, seemingly enjoying the experience.Eventually, Mrs. Thompson and Lily made their way to the c
The next morning, Lily walked into the living room, her steps slow and deliberate. She had spent the night at Mrs. Thompson’s house because today was the day they were set to visit Marcus’s grandparents. The thought of the visit made her stomach churn, and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she knew there was no escape.“You’re awake,” Mrs. Thompson greeted warmly, looking up from the sofa where she sat sipping tea. Her smile, as always, was bright and welcoming.“Yes. How was your night, Mom?” Lily asked, attempting to mirror Mrs. Thompson’s energy despite her inner anxiety.“It was fine, dear. And you? Did you sleep well?” Mrs. Thompson asked, setting her teacup down on the table.Lily nodded. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”Mrs. Thompson beamed at her. “Marcus will be here soon. I already called him.”Hearing this, Lily raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, we’re going this morning?” she asked, unable to hide the slight reluctance in her voice.“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Thompson replied, her tone c
Lilian descended the stairs slowly, her hand brushing against the smooth wooden railing. The sound of muffled voices from the living room reached her ears, sparking her curiosity. She hesitated at the bottom step, tilting her head slightly as she tried to discern who her father was talking to. When she stepped into the living room, she paused, surprised to find her dad sitting with another man she didn’t recognize.Her eyes flicked between the two, and her brow furrowed. Who’s this? she wondered. Her father wasn’t exactly the most sociable person. In fact, he barely interacted with others outside their family. The idea of him befriending someone so quickly—especially since it hadn’t even been a week since he’d returned home—seemed odd.“Dad,” Lilian called, her voice breaking the quiet hum of their conversation. She smiled as she spoke, her tone warm and familiar.Francis looked up, his expression betraying a mix of surprise and amusement. “Oh, Lilian. You’re home?” he asked, clearly
“Did he take you to meet his grandparents yet?” Mrs. Thompson asked suddenly, her voice breaking through the calm of the afternoon.Lily froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. “They’re back?” she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and unease.Mrs. Thompson nodded with a warm, reassuring smile. “I suppose they were informed about the wedding, so they came back. You don’t need to be nervous, dear. They’ll accept you—they’ve always trusted Marcus’s judgment,” she said confidently.“Oh,” Lily muttered, nodding slowly. Her mind was already spinning. Grandpa Thompson, back so soon? She had hoped to avoid another encounter with him until after the wedding.Mrs. Thompson studied Lily’s face for a moment, then continued. “I’ll talk to Marcus and make sure he takes you to meet them this week. It’s important to pay your respects before the wedding. That’s how it’s always been done in this family,” she added firmly but kindly.Lily forced a small smile, though her st
“Have you made a list of the guests you want to invite to the wedding?” Mrs. Thompson asked once they had finished eating, her tone gentle but filled with curiosity.Lily shook her head. “I’ll just let you decide,” she replied with a warm, effortless smile.Mrs. Thompson’s expression softened even more, her pride in Lily evident. “That’s very considerate of you. But surely, you’d like to invite some of your friends, wouldn’t you? Or do you not have anyone in mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a knowing smile on her face.Lily thought for a moment, her gaze drifting to the window. “Well… I do have a few friends I could invite,” she said softly, as if she hadn’t considered it before.“Good. Just give me their names, and I’ll add them to the guest list,” Mrs. Thompson said with a nod, her organizational mind already at work.“Sure, Mom,” Lily replied, her smile bright and sweet.Mrs. Thompson leaned back slightly, looking at Lily thoughtfully. “Have you seen Marcus this week?”
Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she scrolled through her phone, checking the news and social media updates. There was nothing—no mention of her confrontation with Lilian at the mall. The tense exchange still lingered in her mind, replaying in flashes of sharp words and raised voices. If someone had seen them and posted about it, she would have been mortified. More importantly, Mrs. Thompson might have found out. The thought alone made her shudder.Mrs. Thompson valued poise and self-control, qualities Lily had worked hard to demonstrate since meeting Marcus’s family. If the older woman learned that Lily had been publicly arguing with Marcus’s ex-wife, it could damage her carefully built reputation. It didn’t matter that Lilian had provoked her—what mattered was the perception. Thankfully, it seemed the incident had gone unnoticed, allowing Lily to relax for now.She adjusted her dress as she stepped out of the car, the soft fabric falling neatly into place. The Thompson residence lo
The attendant clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Lilian, filled with frustration and anger.“Security!” the manager called out, his voice sharp as he noticed the attendant still kneeling on the floor. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the scene drawing unwanted attention from nearby shoppers.A security guard entered the store almost immediately, his posture firm but professional. The manager pointed toward the attendant, his expression stern. “Throw her out,” he ordered.The security guard approached her, his tone calm but commanding. “Please stand up and leave,” he said.The attendant let out a deep, frustrated sigh. Slowly, she rose to her feet, brushing off her uniform as if trying to regain some dignity. “Fine, I’ll leave,” she muttered under her breath. Then, turning to Lilian, her voice rose with bitterness, and her glare hardened. “Are you happy now? You’ve cost me my job! I’m the breadwinner of my family, and because of you, they’ll starve. I hope you’re pro