Chapter 463

Evelyn Carter nodded with delight. She tugged Margaret Winslow's arm gently, guiding her to settle on the plush sofa. "Stay right here. I'll be back in a moment."

Margaret's brows furrowed slightly. "What do you need? Let me help you."

"No need." Evelyn flashed a warm smile. "This is something I should do myself."

She disappeared into the adjoining sitting room, emerging moments later with an exquisite velvet case in her hands.

"I don't have much to offer you, dear," Evelyn said softly, "but these pieces hold memories from when I married my husband."

With careful fingers, she opened the case to reveal a dazzling diamond necklace. The gems caught the light, scattering prismatic patterns across the walls. "Come closer," Evelyn murmured, motioning for Margaret to lean forward.

Margaret gasped when the cool metal touched her skin. "This is too precious. I can't possibly accept it."

Evelyn's fingers worked deftly at the clasp. "Nonsense. Consider it a symbol of my affection. Blood means nothing compared to the bond we share."

"Grandmother!"

"It suits you perfectly." Evelyn stepped back to admire her handiwork, eyes glistening. "Some fortunate man will claim your heart one day. And when he does, he'd better realize what a treasure he's found."

Guilt twisted in Margaret's chest. "About that—"

Evelyn silenced her with a gentle pat. "Happiness is all that matters, child. Whatever path you choose."

Margaret swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. "I understand."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly through the afternoon, continuing over an intimate dinner in the grand dining room. Nathan Sterling observed quietly from his seat, content to remain in the background as the two women laughed together.

When evening shadows lengthened and Evelyn retired for the night, Margaret prepared to leave. She nearly jumped when she found Nathan waiting by the garden path, his silhouette stark against the moonlight.

Before she could speak, he said, "I haven't seen her this joyful in years. Thank you for that."

Margaret crossed her arms against the evening chill. "No thanks needed. I enjoy her company."

Nathan's jaw tightened. "She's been unwell lately, and with work—"

"Your grandmother isn't getting any younger, Mr. Sterling. Make time for her."

A muscle twitched in his cheek. "Point taken."

For the first time since their divorce, the air between them held no tension. Nathan found himself wishing things had always been this easy.

"If that's all, I should be going."

Nathan opened his mouth, then closed it. "Drive carefully," he finally said.

Margaret nodded once before sliding into her car. The engine purred to life, tires crunching gravel as she disappeared down the drive.

It wasn't until her taillights vanished that Nathan remembered. Cursing under his breath, he sprinted to his own vehicle and gave chase.