After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 1101

"Now, all the vegetables we eat at home are grown right in our own yard. The fruit trees will take a little longer to produce, but in a couple of years, we'll have our own seasonal fruit, too."

Whenever she had a rare moment of downtime, Isabella actually enjoyed tending to the vegetables and watering the flowers. She often imagined what it would be like when she was older and finally retired—spending her days tending to a garden, pruning fruit trees, and enjoying a quiet life just like her mother. It sounded incredibly peaceful.

"That's wonderful," Harold smiled. "Being self-sufficient is great, and you always feel better eating food you grew yourself. We actually have a vegetable patch against the back wall of our courtyard here, too."

Of course, the estate's staff managed it. The women of the Carter family were far too busy managing their social and business empires to spend hours weeding.

Isabella wasn't surprised. It was a common trend; almost every wealthy family she visited had a designated patch in their sprawling gardens for seasonal vegetables. As Harold said, homegrown food just tasted better and brought peace of mind. The produce at high-end markets was grown using hyper-efficient commercial methods—it looked perfect and grew fast, but it never quite captured the rich flavor of something grown slowly in a backyard.

After walking a bit further, they stepped into a shaded gazebo and sat down.

"Are you hot? Getting tired?" Harold asked, his eyes crinkling with concern.

Isabella looked around at the lush, towering trees surrounding them. "There's a great breeze today, and the trees block the sun. I'm not hot at all, and definitely not tired."

They were just taking a leisurely stroll through a gorgeous garden, not running a marathon.

A moment of quiet passed before Isabella spoke again, her tone gentling. "Harold... what exactly is wrong with your grandmother?"

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