The Sutton residence looked much the same as usual. The person at the gate saw Lynn Thorne returning.
He hurried over to open the gate. "Ma'am, you're back!"
The man who opened the gate was in his forties, the sort of simple, honest man with little formal education.
"Fordham, I'm not the Suttons' daughter-in-law anymore. You can just call me by my name from now on."
An awkward expression crossed Fordham's face. He corrected himself, "Miss Thorne."
The former young mistress of the Sutton family… so much had changed in just a few short days.
Now, there was a new young mistress inside the Sutton residence.
Fordham led the way and reported to the butler.
Lynn Thorne entered the living room and scanned her surroundings, but she didn't see her son.
She retracted her gaze in disappointment. The fact that the Suttons had let her in meant they must have hidden Leah away.
'How could I have been so foolish as to hope I might see my son?'
