I gripped the iron's handle until my knuckles went white. How was I supposed to calm Timothy down?Just then, a housekeeper knocked on the door. "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech is here with Ms. Daphne."Timothy's attention finally shifted. When I heard Daphne was here, my own heart lurched, and I followed Timothy down the stairs.The moment we reached the living room, Daphne ran over and threw herself into Timothy's arms. "Daddy, I missed you!"Timothy picked her up and said softly, "I missed you, too."Her big, dark eyes were full of confusion. "Then why do I still have to stay at Grandma's house? Can't we live together like before with you, Mommy, and me? And…"Her gaze flicked to me, cautious. "Why is Ms. York back again?"Timothy's eyes darkened, as if he were weighing his words. Then, he said patiently, "She's my wife, so she's going to live here from now on. When you're older, you'll understand.""Huh?" Daphne's eyes widened, completely baffled. "But your wife is Mommy. How can it
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