Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Kendall’s POV

As Margaret and I arrived back home, my mind buzzed with anxious thoughts. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that ate at my insides. Why had Margaret agreed to help me? What was her motive?

Despite her warm demeanor, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more lurking beneath the surface.

But as we stepped through the door of Margaret’s cozy home, any lingering doubts were swept away by the warmth and hospitality that greeted me.

Margaret bustled about the kitchen, preparing dinner with a smile on her face as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

I watched her with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, unsure of how to repay her kindness. But Margaret waved off my offers of help, insisting that I relax and make myself at home.

Reluctantly, I settled into a chair at the kitchen table, my fingers tapping nervously against the smooth surface as I watched Margaret work. Despite her reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was imposing,