Mara could not help but seethe with jealousy as she watched Ivy, the newcomer, cozying up to Balfour.
After all, Mara had been by Balfour's side long before Ivy breezed into the picture. Before Mara’s sister had passed, Balfour had even promised her that he would always look after Mara—a promise that seemed to be slipping away as Alyssa blatantly favored Ivy.
As the years passed, Mara's relationship with Balfour was a series of hellos and goodbyes. His business ventures kept him rooted domestically, and he could not dedicate much time to her. Balfour was a simple man, driven by the desire to fulfill her sister's last wish, so he had always gone out of his way for Mara.
But time had only solidified one thing: Mara had known Balfour longer than Ivy had. That was her sole advantage. And yet, it irked her to no end—how could Ivy swoop in and steal her place by Balfour's side?
Now, Ivy was even Alyssa's pick for the perfect bride, and Mara could only wonder what spell Ivy had cast to win over the notoriously critical old lady.
At that moment, Dean strolled up leisurely, crossing his arms and casting a disapproving glance their way.
"This isn't some picnic, Balfour. You can't just drag Ms. Lewis along to the hospital. Get a grip!" Dean chided.
Under the scrutiny of both grandparents, Balfour awkwardly rubbed his nose, regretting his earlier, unthought-out suggestion.
He just wanted to keep Mara from getting bored, but he could not find the time to whisk her away on a proper getaway. It was a last-ditch effort on his part.
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