In the Grey household, the busiest person wasn’t the staff—it was the newlywed Mrs. Grey.
Every morning, Quinn would wake up and head downstairs to Mrs. Grey’s room as her first order of business.
She attended to her mother-in-law’s every need, even trivial tasks like preparing her toothbrush.
The maids, terrified of being rendered useless and dismissed, fawned over Mrs. Grey. "Our Young Mistress is so dutiful! You’re truly blessed, madam!"
Mrs. Grey’s gaze softened with affection. "Quinn, dear, don’t trouble yourself with these things. The servants can manage them. Just keep me company when you’re free."
"It’s no trouble at all, Mother," Quinn replied sweetly. "I want to take care of you."
Mrs. Grey beamed. "You’re such a considerate child. I regret not having Zane marry you sooner.
