From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 205

Daniel Gill tore off a paper towel, wiped his face dry, and finally stepped out the door.

Lavinia Bennett was waiting just outside. When she heard the door, she glanced up at him. “You didn’t get your hands wet, did you?”

Daniel moved to stand next to her. “No, I didn’t. What are you doing here anyway?”

“Waiting for you,” Lavinia replied, looping her arm through his. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want to be alone outside.”

Their conversation annoyed Olivia Bennett to no end.

Daniel just nodded, didn’t ask anything else, and left with Lavinia.

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The Carter Family Home

As soon as Olivia Bennett walked through the front door, she couldn’t wait to check the box she carried.

It was full of gifts from her grandma, along with a bunch of little trinkets she’d loved as a kid. There were also plenty of old photos of the two of them together.

Olivia sat down, her eyes sweeping over the familiar keepsakes. Memories played like a movie in her mind—holidays around the kitchen table, her grandma’s laughter echoing through the house, the scent of apple pie cooling on the windowsill.

She blinked, trying to keep her emotions in check, but her eyes stung. Soon enough, her long lashes were damp with tears.

Ethan Carter picked up one of the photos.

In it, Olivia—maybe seven or eight years old—stood smiling, her hair in pigtails, beside an elderly woman who looked every bit the loving grandmother.

Ethan held the photo by the corner. “This you and your grandma?”

Olivia sniffled, fighting not to cry, but her voice was already thick. “Yeah.”

Ethan rested his big hand on her head, ruffling her hair. “You look so much like her.”

“Same nose, same mouth,” Olivia said, her eyes drifting off as if she were chasing a memory. “She used to say that all the time when I was little.”

Ethan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

Olivia picked up another photo. This one was from her high school days—she was sixteen, standing tall in her school uniform, her hair in a high ponytail.

But her grandma, next to her, already looked frailer, her hair much whiter than before. The difference between the two photos was stark. Olivia stared at it, and the tears she’d been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh, so now you care about your shirt?”

He traced the curve of her cheek with his thumb and kissed her gently on the forehead. “No, I care about you.”

Olivia’s lashes fluttered, and she lowered her gaze.

She took a shaky breath, and only then did she notice the photo had slipped from her hand to the floor.

Ethan saw it too. He bent down to pick it up, noticing writing on the back. “Did your grandma write this?”

Olivia stared at the handwriting, confused. “I don’t remember seeing this before.”

She took the photo, reading the note aloud.

**Olivia—

Grandma’s biggest regret is not being there for you more. I can’t stay with you forever, sweetheart. But promise me you’ll live your life happily. Be safe. Take good care of yourself.**

Olivia’s voice broke, tears brimming again—this time, though, with a small, bittersweet smile. Grandma’s love was still here, tucked into the corners of old photographs and the memories that would never fade.