After all, she spent more time in her office than at home. This way, she could enjoy the flowers for longer. Their vibrant colors brightened the entire room, lifting her spirits instantly.
When she got home that evening, Leonard hadn’t returned yet. The house was quiet except for the sounds of Wilma busy in the kitchen.
“You’re back, ma’am,” Wilma greeted her with a warm smile. “Mr. Murphy called ahead and asked me to prepare all your favorite dishes. He said he’d be home early tonight to have dinner with you. He should be on his way now.”
Wilma relayed the message, another small sign of how much her employer cared.
“Thank you, Wilma.” Marguerite felt a wave of warmth. He really was trying, making a conscious effort to change. But she also knew how demanding his job was. The thought that he might be working even longer hours just to make time for these gestures made her feel a little guilty.
Still, a part of her cherished it. It felt good to be so thoroughly cared for.
Just as she was getting ready for dinner, her phone rang. It was Leonard, but his voice was strained and urgent.
“We need to go to my grandmother’s house. Right now. She’s had a heart attack and she’s refusing to go to the hospital. She’s asking for us.”
His voice was tight with panic.
“Leonard, I’ve told you before,” she whispered, her voice frail. “This old body of mine is giving out. I’m tired of being poked and prodded. Every trip to the hospital is just more pain.”
Her resolve was absolute. She wasn’t going. She knew her body, and she felt there was no point. The only ones who truly cared were Leonard and Marguerite, and they were already overwhelmed with work. She didn't want to be another burden.
“Mom, you can’t just lie here like this! We have to go to the hospital. Please, let me take you,” Aaron, her son, said, stepping forward anxiously. It was obvious she needed immediate medical attention.
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