Kourtney paid the driver hastily with trembling hands and made her way towards Lilian's charming brick house, nestled among the flowering trees.

Because of a misunderstanding a few months ago, Lilian had moved out of the Powell family villa. A decision Kourtney had supported wholeheartedly.

She didn’t even need to ring the doorbell; she knew the password. Lilian had always been her safe haven, and she desperately needed that comfort now.

With a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The large living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television illuminating the space. Kourtney’s brows furrowed when she saw Lilian sprawled out lazily on...