Two weeks later, Wilhelmina was downstairs, making breakfast. Briony had sprained her ankle, and her daughter had volunteered to handle the morning meals so she could lie in bed without any worries.

Once the food was ready, she brought it upstairs to her parents’ room, and they thanked her for making such a delicious meal.

Wilhelmina’s cooking skills were no less than her mother's. She was just not too much of a fan of that, so she preferred to eat rather than cook, unless she was forced by circumstances such as this.

Myles, after tending to his wife, headed downstairs to meet his stepdaughter, who was in the kitchen making...