Her voice broke, and her eyes grew glassy as she stared at Adrian’s still form.
A pang of sympathy hit me. Though I was here for my own selfish reasons, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for this family’s tragedy.
“Maybe a miracle will happen, and Adrian will wake up,” I said, trying to offer some comfort.
She shook her head, her lips trembling. “He’s been in treatment for so long. The doctors have confirmed he’s permanently vegetative…” Her voice cracked as fresh tears threatened to fall.
Not knowing how to console her further, I fell silent.
After some time, Abigail composed herself and led me downstairs. “Stella, if you’re willing, you can move in now. Spend six months here, and if you don’t change your mind, we’ll discuss the marriage.”
I blinked. “Move in now?”
“Yes. My business in Crescent City has been delayed for far too long, and I need to leave soon. The butler and housemaids will help you settle in. Treat this house as your own,” she said with a reassuring smile.
I glanced at the lavish mansion surrounding us. Moving in here sounded like a dream come true. This place practically screamed luxury.