“Me too, Grandma.” Hearing Fiona’s affectionate words, Regina felt her heart soften and spoke to her with a touch of coquettishness.
Fiona, studying Regina’s face, keenly noticed a hint of fatigue. Her heart ached for her granddaughter-in-law. “Colt,” she scolded, turning to him, “what did I tell you last time? I told you to treat Regina well. Look at my granddaughter-in-law’s face. She looks exhausted. Have you been upsetting her again?”
Colt, who had followed Regina to Fiona’s bedside, replied earnestly, “It’s my fault.” His slightly conciliatory tone, however, didn’t appease Fiona.
Fiona gently caressed Regina’s face with her well-maintained, aged hand. “Someone, bring the finest bird’s nest for Madam,” she instructed those nearby. Turning back to Regina, her voice softened. “My beau
