Chapter 11
Justin was stunned as he held the suit in his hands, his thoughts swirling.
He had never expected Wilma to bring up something like this.
The suit had been tailored for him by Anna, a birthday gift she had prepared long before their separation.
It was hard for him to reconcile the thoughtful gesture with the cold distance that now existed between them.
As he examined the suit, which was clearly made to fit him perfectly, he couldn’t help but wonder how much Anna had truly cared for him, even after everything that had happened.
Wilma’s words kept echoing in his mind, “She always put a lot of thought into everything, even if you didn’t notice at the time.
” Justin’s expression softened slightly as he stood there, holding the suit in front of the mirror.
He could feel the weight of those words sinking in.
Anna had always been attentive, always aware of the smallest details about him, yet he had been too consumed by his anger and his pride to appreciate it.
The realization hit him hard—he had been blind to all the things she had done for him during their marriage.
“Wilma,” Justin said, his voice quieter now, “I know you’re close to Anna, but she’s gone.
Why bring up old memories?”
Wilma didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, she placed the warm milk down on the table beside him, her eyes filled with understanding.
“Young Master,” she said softly, “I know you’re upset, but it’s clear how much the young madam cared for you.
She’s always put a lot of thought into everything, even if you didn’t notice at the time.”
As she spoke, Justin found himself staring at the suit in his hands, the fabric smooth beneath his fingertips.