I took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.
My footsteps felt as heavy as if my legs had been filled with lead.
I lowered my head, my voice filled with guilt and self-reproach.
“Grandma, I’m sorry.”
“I failed to protect the Peony Elegance embroidery that Rhett specially prepared for you.”
During this one month at the Callahan household, Grandma’s care for me had been so meticulous that it left me with no way to ignore it.
When my body was weak, she personally instructed the kitchen to prepare nourishing meals for me every day, changing the dishes constantly. In just one month, a bit of color gradually returned to my face.
When my leg condition made walking difficult, she specifically hired a massage therapist to ease the soreness in my legs every single day.
I knew it well in
