“Oh, Sylvie, you’re here! You must be exhausted from the flight. Have your sister-in-law cook for you later, okay? You rarely come home—go rest upstairs for a bit.”
“You always bring so much stuff! We’re already getting old, we don’t need all this. You two should save your money for yourselves.
“You really are so thoughtful. Not like some women, who show up just to demand things and talk about their dead parents after five years. My, my, how unlucky does that sound?”
Despite her words, Lavinia, Monty’s mom, didn’t stop collecting the gifts from Sylvie.
Sylvie gave a sweet smile and gently linked arms with Lavinia.
“Mom, don’t say that. It’s been five years since the Raleighs’ case, and there’s still no killer. It’s understandable if Verity isn’t okay. She’s already hurting, so let’s not rub salt in her wounds. We’re all family, after all—we even share the same last name now.
“Oh, and I heard she’s pregnant, too! It’s a double blessing today, Mom!
“Let’s not have her cook, okay? What if Monty gets upset when he finds out?”
The moment Monty’s name came up, the smile on my mother-in-law’s face froze for a second.
“Gets married and forgets his mother… sounds like my son, alright!”
Verity's POV