"It's alright, Dad. You really don't have to go to any trouble. Thank you for your concern."
Though Rosalind Lowell refused out loud, a warmth spread through her heart. Her father-in-law not only respected her opinion but was also constantly considerate of her—something she had never experienced or dared to hope for in the past.
"We're all family. There's no need to be so formal."
'Family...'
Rosalind Lowell's heart skipped a beat, as if she'd been struck. She had tried so hard for so many years, yet the Lowells had never once treated her as one of their own.
She never thought a single kind word could nearly make her lose her composure. She forced her tears back down.
She dug her nails sharply into her thigh under the table. The pain jolted her back to her senses. 'I can't cry. This is only my home for a year.'
