Tom's POV
The rich aroma of golden fried chicken and perfectly seasoned chips filled every corner of the mansion, creating an atmosphere of warmth that had been absent for days. This was Joy's absolute favorite meal, and I had made certain the kitchen staff understood that nothing less than perfection would be acceptable for my daughter's homecoming.
I could already envision the pure joy that would wash over her delicate features when she tasted the familiar flavors. Despite Camilla's stubborn belief in her own capabilities, I remained convinced that Joy had been surviving on nothing but bland, inadequate meals during her time away. Camilla had grown accustomed to luxury while living under my protection, but stripped of those resources, what meaningful care could she possibly offer our child?
