Chapter 1103

Grace and Hazel stood with their hands full of boxed fireworks. "We're lighting these to give you some illumination!" James could only stare at them, exasperated. That's about as useful as nothing. Inside the Jefferson residence's living room, the TV buzzed softly, and the cozy warmth of the heater wrapped around everyone like a spring cocoon. Outside, the winter wind howled. The lights from the roof cast a warm glow across the yard, illuminating the family working together. Long shadows stretched across the ground, overlapping, intertwining, and then parting again. Oliver was determined to make sure Grace saw the snowman she had wanted. He shed his coat, braving the cold, and busied himself in the yard without a trace of his usual polished demeanor as a CEO. At that moment, he was simply Oliver—Peter's son, Grace's husband, and Cliff's father. No matter how imposing he seemed in the outside world, he couldn't escape the simple joys and chaos of family life. He was, after all, jus