When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 419

**Chapter 419: Whitney’s Kindness**

In the world of affluence, many wealthy wives remained blissfully ignorant of the vibrant chaos that was a market. They had teams of cooks to handle such mundane tasks. But Whitney was not like the rest.

For the majority of her life, she had immersed herself in her laboratory, her scientific pursuits often overshadowing her role as a mother. The hours spent in her research had left little room for connection with her son. But today was different; today was a rare day off, and her future daughter-in-law was coming over for lunch. Whitney felt a surge of excitement and determination. She wanted this meal to be special, a heartfelt gesture to welcome Amelia into their family.

With a resolute spirit, she made the decision to venture out herself. She envisioned handpicking the finest ingredients, crafting each dish from scratch, ensuring that everything was flawless. It was important to her, and she was determined to make it perfect.

As Whitney navigated the bustling farmer’s market, she moved with a sense of purpose. Her steps were brisk, and her eyes sparkled with the wonder of a child in a candy shop. The vibrant stalls beckoned her, each one a treasure trove of fresh produce and artisanal delights.

“Fresh pork right here! Free-range Iberian hogs, tender and full of flavor!” a vendor called out, his voice booming above the din.

“No pesticides on these veggies, ma’am! Picked fresh this morning!” another shouted, waving a bunch of bright green kale.

“Country-raised chickens! Real free-runners! Get them now or they’re gone!” a third seller chimed in, his enthusiasm infectious.

The cacophony of voices crescendoed, creating a lively symphony that filled the air with energy. Whitney glanced around, exhilaration coursing through her veins, yet a hint of anxiety crept in as well. It was a whirlwind of activity, a beautiful chaos where every vendor seemed ready to battle for their next sale.

Though she was not particularly skilled at selecting produce, her instincts nudged her in one clear direction—expensive often equated to quality. It was a gamble, but she believed that a reputable seller would never misprice their goods.

“Ma’am, you’re far too beautiful to be out here! I thought ladies like you never touched a sink!” a vendor exclaimed, his grin wide.

“Absolutely! You’re stunning and hardworking. Your husband and son must be the luckiest men alive!” another chimed in, laughter dancing in her voice.

Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle at their compliments, feeling the warmth of their words wash over her. She was acutely aware of the curious gazes directed at her; it was a stark contrast to her usual life, where she had spent years hidden away in her lab, rarely stepping into the limelight. Here, in this bustling market, no one knew who she was.

She had dressed simply today, thinking it would help her blend in, but evidently, her presence was still striking. Perhaps wealth had a way of radiating, an invisible aura that people instinctively recognized.

“Oh, it’s not what you think,” she replied, laughter bubbling up. “My son’s fiancée is coming for lunch, and I wanted to get something fresh for her myself.”

She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her mind—she wasn’t even sure if Amelia was officially his girlfriend yet, but as a mother, she felt an innate urge to support her son.

“Oh, then you must buy plenty! It’s hard to find a good girl these days who’ll stick around!” one of the women remarked, her tone serious.

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