Sunlight filtered through the fruit trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Jenna Roland rolled up her sleeves and crouched by the vegetable patch.

Her fingers were smudged with soil as she looked up at Grandma Blanche with a smile. "I'll cook dinner tonight. Something special for everyone."

Grandma Blanche's eyes brightened, her wrinkles smoothing with delight. "That's wonderful! We've all been craving your cooking."

Jenna stood, brushing dirt from her hands. "The orchard is lovely. Why don't you all take a walk first? I'll finish up here, and then we can head home."

The word "home" warmed everyone's hearts. Grace Roscente glanced at her son and suggested, "Let Ethan help you with the work."

Jenna's ears turned pink. She waved her hands quickly. "No, no. He wouldn't know how to do this kind of labor." Ever since learning Ethan was the heir to the Roscente Group, she couldn't bring herself to ask him for help.

But Grandma Blanche had already knelt and started pulling weeds with practiced ease. "Ethan, take your parents for a stroll. I'll help Jenna."

"Grandma!" Jenna rushed to help her up. "Please, let me handle this."

Grandma Blanche worked briskly, not looking up. "Moving around is good for me. The air here is fresh. Working is a pleasure."

A breeze carried the scent of grass and ripening fruit. Unable to refuse the elderly woman, Jenna joined her in weeding.

Amid the sound of the hoe turning soil, Grandma Blanche spoke suddenly. "Jenna, last night Ethan came back saying you wanted a divorce. My heart..." She sighed. "What do those society girls matter? To me, you're the only one worthy of him."

Jenna's fingers stilled. Softly, she said, "Grandma, I won't divorce him."

Grandma Blanche smiled in relief, though her brow remained furrowed. After a pause, she asked hesitantly, "Do you know about Ethan's past girlfriend?"

"I know." Jenna's voice was calm as she continued weeding. She still remembered the name Ethan had called out drunkenly at the club that night.

The earthy scent lingered between them as sunlight stretched their shadows long. From deep in the orchard, the sound of Ethan and his family laughing drifted faintly on the wind.