“My dear,” Kiernan said, his voice thick with emotion. “Seeing all of you here to welcome me today truly warms my heart.”
“Dad, I’m not—” Neville began to protest, but Sapphira gently tugged on his sleeve, shaking her head to silence him. Vivica was right; Kiernan’s health was poor, and she didn’t want to risk upsetting him.
For his wife’s sake, Neville held his tongue.
“Alright, let’s head home,” Kiernan said, rubbing his temples. “This old body of mine can’t handle much anymore. The flight left my head spinning, but I couldn’t sleep. Larissa, my dear, I’ll need you to give me some acupuncture in the car to help me relax.”
“Of course, Grandpa,” Larissa replied.
After leaving the airport and seeing Kiernan safely into Neville’s seven-seater van, Leopold turned to his parents with a grave expression. “Grandpa came back specifically to cure Finley’s poison. So tonight, I need you both to promise me you won’t do anything to anger Larissa. This might be Finley’s last chance.”
“Leopold, what are you saying?” Vivica quickly replied. “Do you really think your father and I can’t tell what’s important?”
She then turned to her older son. “Finley, don’t worry. I absolutely will not do anything to upset your grandfather or your sister tonight.”
Finley nodded. “Okay.”
“Let’s go,” Vivica said eagerly. “We should get back to the estate. Maybe if your grandfather is in a good mood tonight, he’ll let us move back into the west wing villa.”
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