Nora insisted on staying at the hospital, but both Daniel and Louis were firmly against it.
“You’re pregnant. You can’t stay up all night,” Daniel said gently, trying to reason with her.
Louis chimed in, “Go home and get some rest. I’ll keep watch here. If anything comes up, I’ll call you right away.”
Just as they were talking, footsteps echoed down the corridor.
An elderly woman with a mane of silver hair walked toward them, her posture upright and her stride surprisingly energetic for someone her age.
Louis hurried over to greet her. “Grandmother.”
Mrs. Winters, well into her eighties, still moved with remarkable vigor and her sharp eyes missed nothing.
She waved off Louis’s attempt to steady her and made her way directly to Nora, giving her a once-over from head to toe.
“So, you’re Nora?”
Nora had already guessed who she was, and greeted her respectfully. “Mrs. Winters.”
This was the mother of her mentor.
Nora knew she should show deference.
Mrs. Winters nodded. “If you have a moment, would you mind talking with an old lady for a bit?”
“Of course,” Nora agreed without hesitation.
Louis and Daniel, understanding, excused themselves quietly.
Nora helped Mrs. Winters to a seat, then sat beside her, folding her hands neatly in her lap, the picture of composure.
Mrs. Winters began slowly, “Louis showed me the photos.”
She paused, her voice tinged with longing. “Can you tell me about her?”
Nora recounted everything she’d experienced since meeting Susan, and even spoke of the complicated history between Aurora and Louis.
She truly wanted to know what had happened back then—whether Louis had really betrayed Aurora.
But Mrs. Winters didn’t bring up the past between Louis and Aurora.
“She was a stubborn one,” Mrs. Winters said, her voice heavy. “After breaking with the family, she went twenty years without so much as a word.”
“Thank you, Nora, for being by her side.”

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