Jude was at a loss. His father was as stubborn as a rock. “I already promised Seth I’d be there! You’re the one who always told me to stay close to him. Why the sudden change?”
“Bianca wasn’t by his side back then.”
Jude was convinced his father was losing his mind. “You told me not to invest in her project, and I listened. But you can’t control who my friends are!”
Seymour ignored him. A staff member knocked and entered. “Mr. Wilder, the flower arrangement you ordered has arrived.”
It was a large celebratory basket. Seymour pointed at Jude. “Give it to him.”
Jude’s mood instantly lifted. “Dad, you old softie. You tell me not to go, but you already ordered a congratulatory gift!” He happily took the basket, a wide grin on his face. But the smile froze when he saw the card.
*Congratulations, Ms. Gilmore.*
It was for Noreen.

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