The mansion looked different in daylight—less imposing, more like an actual home. Staff greeted them at the entrance, their expressions warm and genuine rather than the cool professionalism Lily remembered from six months ago.
"Mrs. Cross, welcome home," Mrs. Chen, the head housekeeper, said with a smile. "We've prepared the master suite for you and Mr. Cross. Fresh linens, flowers as requested, and the medical supplies the hospital sent over."
"Thank you, Mrs. Chen."
"It's good to have you back, ma'am. The house has been too quiet." She lowered her voice. "And if I may say—we're all very glad you're safe. What happened to you was unconscionable."
Other staff members nodded agreement, their support evident.
Lily felt tears prick her eyes. These people—who had known the original Lily Martin, who had every reason to doubt her—were welcoming her home with genuine warmth.
