Chapter 493

• I handed Helen a delicate pastry with a soft smile. “Mother, I’m not angry anymore. Please, have some.”
• Helen glanced at the way I’d picked up the treat with my bare hands and frowned just a little. I suppose after years in the corporate trenches, I still hadn’t mastered the refined etiquette she preferred. But, really if a little imperfection was what it took to keep me grounded, I wasn’t about to change overnight.
• After a brief hesitation, she accepted the pastry. “Well, it’s not like a little dirt will make me sick,” she muttered, half-joking.