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.

Briony, and

eyes landed

hand froze mid-movement as

obvious he was

to

with a quiet thank you, then walked to the garden pavilion and sat down at

over and took the seat opposite

the table was whistling softly, steam curling from

the tea. She looked Ferdinand straight in the eye, her

longer trusted him—and he knew it was his own deliberate

a point where he had no

Wentworth Group's shareholder meeting is the

grave. "Bryn, your vote

eyes remained cool. "Ferdinand, we've known each other for four

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