When she turned back to Gracie, Zara offered a gentle smile. "Thank you, Mom. Hearing you say that is enough for me. But I want you to recover completely before the baby is born, so please don't worry about me. I'll manage."
Gracie let out a soft sigh, assuming Zara still hadn't fully forgiven her. "I understand," she said quietly, sadness threading through her voice. "I'd be happiest if you stayed at the mansion and let me look after you. But I won't force you. I respect your choice and will give you the space you need. Just remember—call me anytime if you need anything. I'll always be here."
Zara smiled faintly. At last, Gracie had truly accepted her, valuing her presence as part of the family. This was what she had longed for all along. It should have made her happy, yet her heart felt strangely heavy.
"Thank you, Mom," she said softly. "I'll call you."
Gracie nodded. "Get some rest now. I'll be in the next room. Zane, come with me. Let Mommy rest."
