Chapter 567

Tears shimmered in Matilda's eyes. She tightened her grip on Clara's hand, then eased it at once, afraid she might hurt her. Excitement rushed through her until she slapped her own thigh.

"Good. Good!" She repeated the word several times, then shot Clara a mock glare. "You silly child. How could you hide something this big from me?"

Her relief grew when she remembered that her grandson was hopeles