The next day.

Liberty slept until noon.

She had barely fallen asleep around four in the morning, so she didn't wake up until midday. Reaching for her phone on the bedside table, she checked the time-it was almost noon.

She quickly sat up, changed her clothes, freshened up, and headed downstairs.

The house was quiet.

Only the sound of her footsteps echoed through the space.

"Kathryn? Kathryn?"

She called out twice, but there was no response.

Liberty guessed Kathryn had either gone out or was in the yard.

The lingering aroma of food told her that lunch had already been prepared.

She made her way to the front door.

she saw Kathryn and

sharp eyes

was seated in a wheelchair, pushed by his personal bodyguard. Another bodyguard followed behind, pulling a suitcase. Kathryn and Pedro weren't empty-handed either-they carried large and

had brought

Duncan arriving with so many gifts, she had said, "Liberty is the owner of the Farrell family mansion now, and you're her husband. This is your home

to bring so

are to honor my aunt," Duncan

smiled at that and accepted

few years younger than Liberty, their family hierarchy meant Liberty had to address her as "Aunt." Since Duncan was Liberty's husband,

the doorway and smiled.

well

about you. So, he got ol

Won'

flight, and just

forward, moving

you tell me you were

joy-the smile on her face said it

allowing Liberty to

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