When the two of them saw her, they both seemed distant—neither greeting her nor saying a word.

Eliana couldn’t care less about them.

Handing her bag to the approaching nanny, she carried her son straight upstairs.

Michael stood up, about to call out to her, but Carol grabbed his arm.

“What’s wrong? Can’t wait to run to her the moment you see her?”

Michael pulled his gaze away from Eliana and looked at the woman ...