Tears welled up in Lydia's eyes and spilled over.
"Oh dear, what's wrong?" Catherine was startled. "Do you not like it? It's perfectly fine if you don't. Tell me what you prefer, and I'll make something else right now."
"N-No..." Lydia shook her head quickly, wiping her tears as she choked up. "It's just so delicious... I've never had anything this good. And... no one has ever made anything this special just for me before..."
For kids from their background.
Life had always been about pinching pennies and merely surviving.
They had never experienced such pure, unadulterated kindness.
It felt completely foreign, yet incredibly warm.
They never imagined the wife of a billionaire would personally bake pastries for them.
Catherine's heart ached for the girl, and she gently patted her head. "Oh, sweetheart. You can come over and eat these whenever you want. I'll make them for you every day. You're Serena's friends, her classmates, and her teammates."
"You are always welcome in the Lancaster home."
Their eyes grew redder.
They ate the pastries bite by bite.
Savoring the sweetness on their tongues.
And the warmth in their hearts.
After watching them finish two pastries each, Catherine smiled warmly, patted Lydia's head again, and gave Caleb an affectionate look.
"It's almost time for lunch. Don't even think about running off, you two. You're staying to eat with us."
She gave Serena a few more instructions, telling her to bring them to the family dining room in half an hour.
Before leaving with Alfred.
Caleb and Lydia let out a long breath.
They weren't used to this kind of warmth.
It was overwhelming.
It made them nervous, but deeply moved.
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