Dustin drove over to the Nicholsons‘ home at noon. The villa was in a secluded neighborhood, with flowers and hedges decorating the front yard.

Dahlia was right outside. Dustin tried to avoid her but was still spotted.

“Stop right there! I need to talk to you!”

“What is it?” Dustin asked. Their backs were to each other as they spoke.

“I haven’t told Granddad about our divorce because of his condition.”

“Do you think we can keep him from finding out?”

“I’ll find a chance to tell him after, just not today.”

“Alright. Anything else?”

“Nope.” Dahlia turned and went inside the house without another word.

They never once looked at each other, acting like complete strangers.

in hand. The living room

was absent, still outside on his

someone was sitting in his usual seat this time, an outsider

to have us elders wait on him like this,” Florence jeered, her

mean.

chirped loudly. He hadn’t let go of what had happened yesterday. The bruises were still

dinner.” Henry Nicholson announced, beaming at Dustin. “Come and sit beside me,

and helped the

eyes burning with jealousy.

his grandfather doted on Dustin. James was the old man’s grandson

let us all drink!”

look at this.” James pulled up a decorated box of wine. “Chris brought this beautiful

this!”

Romanee Conti? That’s a really

was 100 thousand dollars a bottle!”

100 thousand dollars a bottle?!” everyone exclaimed

way

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