Rhea entered the house.

Her in-laws stood, and Old Mrs. Torres even went up to her.

With a kind smile, she said, “You’re back, Rhea.”

“I’m home.”

No matter how tired Rhea was, she felt a sense of stability whenever she returned home and saw her in-laws and son. Everything was worth it as long as the people she cherished were healthy.

“Are you hungry? I made some soup and kept some for you. It’s still warm. I’ll bring it out for you.

“Things must be really busy at the company lately. You look tired when you come home every night. You’ve even lost weight. I’m worried. You have to do so much because Victor died young.”

Upon mentioning her deceased son, Old Mrs. Torres’s eyes teared up.

Although it had been seven years since Victor’s passing, she felt miserable whenever she thought of him.

Rhea was also a mother who had a son.

She would be anxious when Dean caught a cold or fever and wished she was the sick one instead.

She could not imagine losing Dean early. She would g