Lucille had no idea that after handing the work to Nathaniel, he had immediately passed it on to her own husband.

“Lucy, I’m sorry. I have to work late again today, so I can’t come pick you up. Just head home and wait for me, okay?”

Mason’s voice came through the phone, low and careful.

Lucille frowned. “Why are you working late again? You’ve been doing overtime every day lately. Is the company really that busy?”

“Yeah. Things have picked up, and since sir keeps going over to your side every day, my workload’s gotten even heavier.”

There was nothing Mason could do.

Lucille went quiet for a moment, like something had just sunk in.