"Miss Phillips, this is the dressing room Mr. Morris arranged for you. Despite his uncertainty about your preferences, he instructed us to procure the trendiest women's apparel, footwear, and handbags from the last two years. Please feel free to try them on." The maid presented to Lilah with a grin.

Absolon demonstrated genuine concern for her.

The room was lavishly adorned, with cutting-edge design and premium furnishings.

Yet, Absolon had prepared many more surprises for Lilah.

Following the maid's gaze, her eyes landed on rows of dresses in every color and style, occupying an entire wall of the wardrobe.

An array of handbags, in different brands and designs, filled another wall.

The bottom row showcased her shoe collection, featuring the world's top brands. Any girl would be thrilled at the sight.

Lilah approached, gently touching the high-end, custom-made dresses, warmth spreading through her heart.

At least her biological father loved her dearly.

This alone was enough.

"Do you like them?" Absolon asked, his voice full of anticipation.

With eyes glistening, Lilah turned to him, smiling.

He was the man who had won her mother's heart and convinced her to bear his children, though their destinies never intertwined.

"I like them very much. Thank you, Dad," Lilah said with a bright smile.

Absolon visibly relaxed, smiling in return. “I'm glad you like them. If there's anything else you desire, just tell me. I'll make sure you have it."

Lilah couldn't help but laugh, her joy spilling over.

Today, she was truly happy.

"Your grandmother wasn't kind to you earlier. I apologize on her behalf," Absolon said, his tone shifting to one of helplessness. "She has always harbored misunderstandings about your mother. For years, I never spoke of her. It's only natural that she would struggle to accept a new granddaughter so suddenly. You..."

“Dad, I understand," Lilah interjected, her voice tinged with resignation. “I'll tolerate her, but that doesn't mean I'll be a doormat."

That night, Gerard arrived home early to video call Lilah.

“How did it go today?" Gerard's voice came through the phone, a mix of softness and concern.

Lilah lay sprawled on the plush bed. After a brief silence, she replied, “Everything is under my control. Don't worry."

Gerard raised an eyebrow. “Really? Let me know if you feel mistreated.”

"No one can mistreat me," Lilah said with a smile, looking away.