Ferdinand gently patted the little girl's head, his voice warm. "You're welcome."

Then he turned to Briony. "Could we talk for a moment?"

Before Briony could answer, James slid over with a grin.

"Come on, Mr. Ellsworth, that's not fair. We're all friends here--what could you possibly have to say to Bryn that we can't hear?"

Ferdinand's gaze settled on James. "Sorry. It's a private matter."

James glanced at Briony for confirmation.

She pressed her lips together, letting out a quiet sigh. Looking at James, she said, "Why don't you take Little Nina upstairs? Crystal should be home soon, ask her to help Nina with a bath."

The mood had clearly shifted.

James looked annoyed but knew better than to push at a time like this. He scooped up Little Nina and headed inside.

Clarke, Briony, and

eyes landed

hand froze mid-movement as he was pouring

was the odd one out

for you. I'll leave you to your conversation-I should

to the garden pavilion and sat down at the tea table, looking across at Ferdinand. "Please,

over and took the

table was whistling softly, steam

tea. She looked Ferdinand straight in the

longer trusted him—and he knew it was

point where

Wentworth Group's shareholder meeting

tone grave. "Bryn, your vote

known each other for

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