"Whatever happens, always respect her."

To love her means to respect her.

That's how James understood love.

Stewart gazed at James, his eyes unwavering. For the first time, he found himself feeling genuine respect and even admiration for James.

From the moment James met Briony, he'd stayed by her side-as a friend, as family, in every way that mattered.

He'd done so well, in fact, that Stewart felt a sting of inadequacy by comparison.

The room was empty except for the distant, joyful squeals of the children playing in the dining room and the gentle voice of a woman guiding them.

Lowering his voice, Stewart asked, "Are you leaving soon?"

James dropped his gaze, a bitter smile flickering across his lips. "Yeah. I'm the only son left in the Delaney family, and I'm at the age where people expect me to settle down. My grandfather's health isn't great, and he wants to see me get married, maybe have kids."

Stewart fell silent at that. As someone with a failed marriage behind him, he didn't feel he had much right to comment on the subject.

"Does Bryn know?"

sound casual. "I'll wait

Stewart nodded. "Alright."

James headed to

with practiced ease, deftly handling every task. Stewart, on the other hand, struggled. When it came time to knead the dough,

unmoving finger.

froze

hadn't expected their daughter

the truth but softening it so she wouldn't be scared. "Isn't

Nina blinked. "Why is your finger

a gentle smile. "I got hurt, so they had

to his sister, "Daddy hurt his finger when he was saving me. After that, they couldn't save it, so now

her gaze full of sympathy as she

smiled softly. "Not anymore, sweetheart.

like this because he saved Mario!" Nina

smile deepened. "Thank

eyes lingering on that artificial

a call-he needed to step

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