Hannah finished her work in the guest room and then went to sleep.


    Although Lionel had technically stayed in this room for the past three years, he was rarely home more than a few times a month. The room was impersonal, like a hotel, with no trace of him.


    She didn''t dwell on his sudden impulse earlier. She had more important things to worry about tomorrow.


    The next morning, Hannah came downstairs to find Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. sitting on the sofa, beaming.


    "Grandma, you look so happy. Is there good news?"


    The old woman gestured toward the kitchen with her chin.


    Hannah followed her gaze and froze.


    Lionel was carrying breakfast out from the kitchen, a sight she hadn''t witnessed in their three years of marriage.


    "That boy knows he was wrong, so he got up early to try and win you over," Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. said with a smile, getting up to meet him. "That''s how marriage is. You fight, you make up. You don''t hold grudges overnight."


    Hannah watched him set the table, a thousand conflicting emotions swirling within her.


    He had only ever done things like this before they were married, trying to appease her after an argument. But after the wedding, it had stoppedpletely. They rarely even ate together, except for family gatherings.


    This sudden change felt wrong, setting her on edge.


    Agreeing to let her into the Rosenberg Group, now serving her breakfast... Was this all for his grandmother''s benefit, or was he trying to get her to take Sandra''s case again?


    "Come on, let''s eat," Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. said, pulling her to a seat next to Lionel. "After breakfast, Lionel will drive you to the office. From now on, you two canmute together."


    Hannah''s hand, holding a spoon, paused. She opened her mouth, then closed it, simply nodding.


    She didn''t want to bring up the fact that she wasn''t going to the Rosenberg Group, not in front of Mrs. Rosenberg. She didn''t want to start a fight and ruin the old woman''s morning.


    Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. was about to serve her some porridge when she noticed it was a seafood porridge. Why is it seafood porridge? Lily you''ve been with us for a while


    Don''t you know what Hannah can''t eat?"


    Hannah nced at it, and a sense of unease washed over her.


    en with them for three


    Lily had been


    years, preparing all her meals. She


    knew Hannah''s preferences and


    allergies inside and out. It was impossible for her to make s mistake, especially with Mrso Rosenberg Sr. visiting.


    Lily looked at the pot of porridge in disbelief, then at Lionel. "Ma''am," she exined to the grandmother, "I didn''t make the the porridge today. The


    young master did. I was just preparing the side dishes."


    Hearing this, the old woman''s face fell. She turned to Lionel. "You made this?"


    Lionel''s expression had already soured. He frowned. "You can''t eat seafood?"


    Hannah asked Lily to make her some pastas and didn''t answer him. Instead, she turned to soothe Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. . "It''s fine, Grandma. There are other dishes I can eat. It''s no big deal."


    Lionel knew she was allergic to seafood. He used to be so careful when they ate out, always asking if a dish contained seafood. He had even given it up for her.


    But now...


    "Lily, get a thermos and pack up this porridge," Hannah said calmly, helping herself to the other dishes. She knew that much porridge wasn''t just for the three of them.


    Lionel''s eyes narrowed, a dark, unreadable expression clouding his face.


    "Pack it up? Are you taking it to the office?" Lily asked, confused.