Kyla insisted on helping Helen prepare breakfast. Since it was Sunday, Helen asked Benson not to bother the househelp on break.
Surprisingly, Helen was great at cooking. She found solace in cooking after her divorce.
With Josie, her god-grandmother gone, Carlos absent, and a break with Taylan—her father's birthday weighs on her shoulders more than it should—Kyla could barely focus.
She should be in the countryside, in that comfy apartment, designing every corner and making grand preparations.
Her father always liked fireworks, so she'd buy a lot of them, and at night, they'd blast them together.
"I've been thinking, Kyla." Helen's voice broke her haze. "What if you come live with us? I know how tight you and your father were. It must be difficult. This mansion has many rooms, and one
