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By the time Gerald reached home, the night had arrived at the doorstep. He saw the dim light of the kerosene lamp burning inside the cottage. The door was opened, and if Gerald was not wrong, then the couple must be having dinner inside.
His stomach growled in hunger too. It had been more than a month since he had eaten food cooked by Isabella. No feast and no delicacies could compare to the simple food she prepared every day.
Because that food had all her love in it.
Thinking about the steaming food made him pick up his pace. He reached the cottage and was about to enter to surprise the couple when he heard them talking.
"Oscar, I think you are right. We should quit on the dream of building our home. We are already short on money. Besides, your father's advances are getting scarier day by day.
