Could he really let go of the woman he had loved for seven years?
They arrived at the Harding estate at five sharp. Adrian had cleared his evening schedule, pushing aside a social engagement specifically for this visit.
The moment they stepped into the foyer, Bonnie Harding was lounging on the sofa, watching TV, looking radiant.
Sara slipped into her house slippers and approached with a smile. "Mom, why are you all dressed up today? You look stunning."
"I just threw this on." The delight on Bonnie's face betrayed her. "Look at that mouth of yours—sweet as honey, as always."
She didn't even need to look up to know who had arrived. Her affection for her daughter-in-law was genuine.
Sara sat beside her, leaning in close. "I came here to mooch a free meal, so naturally, I have to sing for my supper. Otherwise, how could I have the nerve to eat and drink here?"
From the single armchair nearby, a scoff shattered the warmth. Bella Harding sat scrolling through her iPad, her expression sour.
"Greet her." Adrian's voice was low. Final. He didn't indulge his sister's petty games.
Bella was terrified of him. Reluctantly, she muttered, "Sister-in-law," without lifting her eyes from the screen.