Chapter 108

• The evening air was cool when I stepped into the Lu residence, my shopping bags heavy but my heart lighter than it had been all day. As I approached the entrance, I spotted Grandpa Butler tending the flowers, his steady hands moving with practiced care.
• “Grandpa Butler,” I called out cheerfully, eager to see Little Treasure, “where’s Darling Little Treasure?”
• He looked up from his work, the faintest smile softening his usually stern expression. Dressed in his crisp swallow-tailed coat and bowtie, he replied with a respectful nod, “Miss Ava, you’ve returned. Little Young Master is drawing in the garden.”