Blanche's POV
After being away for a while, I finally stepped back into Alexander Villa.
I had one purpose for returning—clearing Demetrius's name.
Someone with Demetrius's medical brilliance deserved better than having his career destroyed, especially not on my account.
Zain wasn't home when I arrived.
Mrs. Hank practically glowed when she spotted me after my extended absence.
"Mrs. Jacob, you've come back at last," she said, warmth flooding her voice.
I managed a weak smile. "Yes."
"Mrs. Jacob, I stocked up on fresh groceries. How about preparing dinner?" Mrs. Hank suggested.
The afternoon stretched ahead, giving us plenty of time.
Zain had been maintaining regular hours these past months, and Mrs. Hank expected tonight would be no different.
Sensing the tension between us, she hoped a home-cooked meal might bridge the gap.
I understood her intentions but smiled anyway. "Mrs. Hank, you take care of it. You know what I like and what doesn't agree with me."
