Aria's POV
"Mom, it's the thought that counts," Ethan interjected, though his frown suggested he agreed with them. "Let's not—"
"Grandma Rose." I ignored all of them, turning my attention solely to the woman in the bed.
"What I brought isn't from any corner store. In fact, you couldn't find these items in a regular store if you tried."
Grandma Rose's gaze flicked to the bag, and I saw something flicker across her face—embarrassment, maybe, or discomfort. She patted my hand gently.
"It's alright, dear. It's the thought that matters. I'm too old to need fancy things anyway." Her smile was kind, indulgent.
"You don't need to impress anyone here, Aria. Just... come home. Come back to the family, back to the company. That's all I want."
And there it was.
The thing I'd
