Morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow over the dining table where Jacob, Grace, Mindy, Aiden, Natasha and Old Mrs. Sullivan sat quietly.
Suddenly, the click of heels echoed in the hallway, drawing everyone's attention. Olivia descended the staircase, her expression carefully composed, a small suitcase in hand. As she approached the dining table, she put on a sad face, her eyes conveying a mix of sorrow and resignation. She glanced at Old Mrs. Sullivan, who frowned with concern.
"Olivia, my dear," Old Mrs. Sullivan spoke first, her tone laced with worry. "Are you going somewhere? What's with the suitcase?"
Olivia sighed heavily, her gaze flickering briefly towards Jacob and Grace before settling on Old Mrs. Sullivan. "I'm leaving, Mrs. Sullivan," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation. "It's time for me to go."
