Over the years, Laura had called her only a handful of times.
Even if something major was up at home, it was always Preston who would call.
Agnes stared at the caller ID on her phone, her brows furrowing slightly, but in the end, she picked up.
Laura's gentle voice came through the phone, "Agnes, will you come home for dinner tonight? I've made your favorite dishes."
Hearing her voice, Agnes felt a pang of discomfort.
Laura's words from before were like thorns stuck in her heart.
She said her mother had brought it on herself and deserved her fate.
Even if her mother had done something wrong, Agnes didn't think Laura had the right to say these things.
Agnes' voice was cold, "I have something on tonight. I won't be home."
"Agnes, are you still upset with me?" Laura asked, "I want to apologize for what happened the other day. That's all in the past. I shouldn't have said those things, made you bear it all. Your mother was just impulsive back then and I shouldn't have slandered her out of spite. Agnes, I'm a woman too. Your father's heart still belongs to your mother, and I was just jealous. But can you forgive me this once? I've been part of this family for ten years. You might not consider me family, but I think of you as my own daughter. Let tonight's dinner be my apology, okay?"
Agnes felt a whirlwind of emotions.
Even though she never considered Laura as family, Laura was her father's wife and they had a child together.
She and Beatrice might not get along, but they shared the same blood.
If Laura really had nothing to do with her mother's death, Agnes didn't see a need to hold a grudge.
After some hesitation, Agnes agreed, "Alright, I'll be home tonight."
"Don't forget to bring Jared with you. I've made his favorite dishes too."
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