Chapter 445

“Mrs. Sylvia is in the back garden, sir.”

He headed toward the back garden. There, Sylvia sat on a wooden bench, a cup of tea in her hand. The fading light brushed gently across her face, making the lines of her serenity stand out.

“The children have gone to rest?” Sylvia asked without turning.

“They have,” Rich replied, sitting beside her. “Lily won a small debate today.”

Sylvia smiled faintly. “