Chapter 82

Days passed slowly, and the house stayed calm. Savannah was still weak, but each morning she woke up to the sound of her baby crying softly beside her. That little cry had become her favorite sound in the world.

The maids were always around, helping her with everything. They brought food, washed clothes, and cleaned the room. But Savannah never let them do everything. She still tried to feed her baby herself, change his clothes, and hold him every time he cried.

Sometimes, she would just sit by the window, rocking baby Liam in her arms, watching the birds outside. The wind would blow through the curtains, and she would smile quietly.

It was a life she never imagined she would have — peace, care, and love.

Adrian often came home early from work now. He would walk into the nursery with a wide smile, his face lighting up the moment he saw Savannah and the baby.

“How are my two favorite people doing?” he would ask every time.

Savannah would laugh softly and say, “We’re fine. H