Tony stood at a distance, watching her. She was sitting under the tree, sipping tea. It was odd seeing her drinking tea at this time but she looked so elegant as she sipped.
Little Joey was trying to walk around the tree. She was trying to feed him but he was trying to run away from her. She smiled a bit but Tony was not convinced. She was not right.
He wanted to join them. He decided to talk to her today, no matter what. That day when she said hurtful words, he said nothing. But today, he was not willing to just stand idly.
She had shown him what happiness was. He was not willing to lose it for any reason.
With a confident gait, he walked to the maple tree. Just as he expected, Marcella stood up picking up Joey, the moment she noticed him.
"Mary!!" he called and the nanny came running to the garden.
"Sir," she wiped her hands in her apron.
"Bring Joey inside and feed him," he pointed at Joey.
