Emma quickly settled into her new life.
Her aunt's house was near a beautiful park, with a front and back yard perfect for her grandmother. The household was small—just her aunt, Larson, and a few staff members. They had prepared rooms for Emma and her grandmother long before their arrival.
Her grandmother's room was on the first floor, with large French doors opening onto the garden. Emma's was on the second floor, with a large terrace furnished with a small cafe table, fresh flowers, and even a swing. The room itself was decorated in a style that perfectly suited her taste.
"I always wanted a daughter," her aunt said, her arm linked with Emma's as she gave her a tour of the house. "Now, I finally have one."
Emma had only met her aunt a few times before, but she had known from Larson's stories that she would be kind. She hadn't expected this level of warmth and generosity.
Her aunt had even bought her an apartment near the university. "This is for you," she whispered. "Don't tell your brother."
Larson, who had overheard, laughed. "What? Are you afraid I'll get jealous of my little sister?" He turned to Emma. "My mother is so biased. When I was a kid, all I wanted was a nice room, and she told me boys just needed a clean space. When I went to college, I asked for an apartment, and she told me to earn the money and buy it myself!"
His aunt just laughed. "Stop being so dramatic."
Emma couldn't possibly accept such a gift. She had planned on renting a place near campus.
But her aunt insisted. "It's not really for you; it's for your grandmother. But I can't put it in her name. You know I don't want your father to get a single penny of my money."



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