"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?"

James tried to sound casual. "I'll wait a few days. I'm heading

Stewart nodded. "Alright."

decorations were finished, Stewart and James headed to the

the other hand, struggled. When it came time to knead the dough,

father's unmoving finger. “Daddy,

face froze for

hadn't expected their daughter

Stewart said lightly, not trying to hide the truth but softening

is your finger

"I got hurt, so they had to

"Daddy hurt his finger when he

Nina's eyes widened, her gaze full of sympathy as she looked at Stewart. "Does it

sweetheart. You don't have to

Mario!" Nina declared, her voice

smile deepened.

eyes lingering on that artificial finger. She pressed her

a call-he needed to step out

lately, more than

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