Chapter 216

Andrew carefully came down the stairs, holding Violet in his arms. His daughter had grown bigger, and she now had curly brown hair, which bounced with each moment, a beautiful resemblance to her mother, Amelia.

Nanny Grace approached them, holding Violet's little bag and other items Amelia used to cherish.

"Thanks, Nana," Andrew said with genuine gratitude. "What about Amelia's hairbrush and perfumes?"

Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "I've packed them inside, just as you requested."

"Thanks," Andrew replied, relieved that everything was in order.

He made his way towards the front door, Violet snuggled safely in his arms. But before he could reach the car, Nanny Grace's voice called him back.

"Uhm... Andrew," she hesitated, concern etched on her face.

Andrew turned back to face her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nana?"

Nanny Grace took a deep breath, her voice gentle but filled with worry. "Any news on Alexander?"

Andrew's expression tightened, a mix of frustration and pain