“Can you believe it, Antonio apologized sincerely to me." Elizabeth cuts into her thoughts and smiled faintly. Her heart swelling with pride and hope. “What?” Courtney snapped in a whisper. Grandma Elizabeth nodded as they continued down the hall. The guards bowed when they walked past the hallway. Courtney didn't ignore to notice the new improvement in Antonio's mansion. The walls were adorned with portraits of Angela. “He misses her badly, I never thought Antonio could feel such strong emotions”. Courtney said, reacting to those pictures on the wall. “Angela has no idea what she has done to my little fox, and to me… I really wish I could see her again”. Mama Elizabeth replied. "Of course Grandma she is out there somewhere, not like she's dead, let's be positive ”. Courtney replied tightly. They are out of Antonio's Mansion, heading towards Grandma Elizabeth's. After minutes of quiet walking. Grandma Elizabeth decided to break the silence first. “Courtney, have you checked on Kerry, Angela's sister recently?” Courtney nodded, her expression pained. “I did check on her an hour ago. She's been crying for hours. I tried to console her, but she barely responded. She's devastated about everything that's happened.” Elizabeth sighed deeply. “Poor girl. Losing her whole family… It's too much for someone so young to bear.” “Also they weren't on good terms which made her situation worse, she feels so guilty and blames herself every time”. As she got to Grandma Elizabeth's mansion, her head maid, Mrs. Helen, took over the wheelchair. “I’ll go check on Kerry again,” Courtney said softly, giving her grandmother's hand a gentle squeeze. “Please do.” Elizabeth smiled, her eyes warm with affection. “Be as nice to her, Courtney. She needs real support.” Courtney nodded and quietly turned towards the exit. **** Alone in her room and with her thoughts, Grandma Elizabeth took a deep breath and wheeled herself to the window. Looking out at the sprawling gardens of the Montero estate. The night was settling in, and the sky was painted with hues of deep blue and silver. Elizabeth felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering the many nights she had spent in this house, watching over her family and of course her favorite grandchild, Antonio. Good old days. As the minutes passed having a flashback of their moments together. Grandma Elizabeth found herself humming softly, the lullaby she had sung to Antonio earlier in his room. She knew the road ahead of Antonio would be difficult, but she had faith that Angela's alive and that somehow the two lovebirds will be together again. Just then, a soft knock came at her door. Turning her wheelchair to face the entrance, she saw Mrs. Helen, her head maid, standing there with a tray in her hands. “You look distressed, my lady”. Mrs. Helen said softly with a bow. Mrs. Helen, her kind-faced middle-aged maid with years of loyal service to the Montero family since Grandma Elizabeth's marriage into the Montero's. Only 15 years old when she started working in the Montero's Mansion, making her one of the most trusted servants. “Oh dear Helen, I just wish things could go back to how they were in the beginning”. Grandma Elizabeth replied sadly. Mrs. Helen stepped into the room with a sympathetic look. “I thought you might like a cup of tea, ma'am. It might help to calm your nerves.” Grandma Elizabeth’s smile widened a fraction. “Thank you, dear. That’s very thoughtful of you.” Mrs. Helen set the tray down on a small table beside Elizabeth’s chair. The delicate china teacup and the fragrant aroma of chamomile and lavender filled the room with a soothing presence. “You’ve been through so much today, and we are all worried, but you need rest, leave the worry for the young ones”. She said standing beside her mistress, her hands folded behind her. Grandma Elizabeth reached for the teacup, her hands steadier than before. She took a small sip, letting the warmth spread through her. “It’s been difficult for Antonio, I am the only one who can give him the support he craves.” Grandma Elizabeth said consciously, trying not to talk about much. The head maid nodded silently and replied. “We’re all here for you and the family, ma'am. If there’s anything more I can do, please don’t hesitate to let me know, my lady.” Grandma Elizabeth sighed softly, feeling the calming effects of the tea begin to work. “Just continue to take care of the household as you always do. Your dedication helps keep everything running smoothly, even in these turbulent times.” The head maid smiled warmly. “Of course, ma'am. We’re all in this together. If you need anything else tonight, just ring.” Grandma Elizabeth gave a grateful nod. “Thank you, Helen, You’ve always been a rock for this family.” “I am just doing my job, good night my lady”. She replied with a bow, then quietly exited the room. Grandma Elizabeth took another sip of tea, feeling a sense of discomfort wash over her. The burdens on her shoulders seemed a little lighter now, or maybe her head feels lighter now. For a moment, she allowed herself to simply breathe and find peace in her quiet room, trying not to think about Antonio. ***** As Mrs. Helen, the head maid stepped out of Grandma Elizabeth’s room, the door closed softly behind her, suddenly she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. That scared her a bit. It was a call expected, but she had to be careful. There were guards at Grandma Elizabeth's entrance, but they can't leave their post. She decided to walk further away before checking her phone. As soon she got to the empty hall. She glanced around the hallway to ensure she was alone before pulling it out. The screen illuminated with a message from an unknown number: “Is the mission successful?” A shiver ran down her spine as she quickly typed back. “Yes, she drank the tea.” Her hands trembled slightly as she slipped the phone back into her pocket. The gravity of what she had just done weighed heavily on her, but there was no turning back now. “I am sorry about this… Elizabeth”.