The smile vanished from Larissa’s face. She fell silent.
Across the table, Sapphira and Neville exchanged a worried glance, quietly sipping their soup.
After a long moment, Larissa finally spoke. “Grandpa, are you planning to let them move back into the Judson estate?”
A flicker of shock crossed Sapphira’s eyes. Them? It could only mean Paxton’s family. Kiernan must have said something to prompt such a question. What was he planning?
Neville also grew thoughtful. They had finally found a measure of peace. He hoped it wasn’t about to be shattered.
“Larissa, don’t misunderstand,” Kiernan explained. “I have no intention of letting them move back in. But he is still my son, and Finley and Leopold are my grandsons. I’m an old man; I don’t have much time left. I just hope we can all sit down together for a meal as a family again.”
So that was it. He wanted her to forgive them, or at least pretend to.
“I understand, Grandpa,” she said, her voice neutral.
“Good. You go on and have dinner with your parents. I won’t keep you.”
“Okay, Grandpa. Just send me your flight details when you have them.”


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