“There are some misunderstandings that only my good daughter can resolve herself.”
The voice belonged to Zane. He was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, followed closely by his attending doctor and secretary, all carrying suitcases—clearly just off a flight.
Abby’s face instantly lit up with joy, her voice brimming with excitement. “Dad! You’re back! Where’s Mom?!”
“Long flights are exhausting. You know your mother’s health—she doesn’t sleep well unless she’s in a hotel,” Zane replied as he set his briefcase down on the sofa. “Did Grandpa give you a hard time again?”
Abby shook her head. “No.”
But Aunt Ashford couldn’t hold back. “Mr. Cromwell, you have no idea how unreasonable Secretary Frank was! Miss Abby worked so hard to make that soup, but he wouldn’t even let her bring it
