The mansion that once echoed with anger and broken tempers began to breathe differently.
For the first time in months, a faint sense of life returned — not because David had changed, but because Lydia had begun to shine in a way no one expected.
Jacob’s quiet generosity had continued. Every few days, he would bring her new outfits — simple yet elegant, tasteful yet striking. He never made it look extravagant; he only wanted her to feel comfortable and confident, no longer the trembling maid who hid from every shout and glare.
Lydia had resisted at first, but eventually, she accepted. And with each new dress she wore, something in her spirit began to heal.
It was a bright morning when Jacob entered the grand dining room and stopped short at the sight before him.
Lydia stood by the tall
