Just as the thought crossed his mind, Seth spoke up, reminding everyone it was time to go in.
Lillian kept looking outside. "Healy said he was coming, didn't he? Why isn't he here yet?"
Jude said, "I'll give him a call."
Before he could even dial, Healy arrived.
Lillian's face lit up as she rushed to meet him. "Healy, what took you so long? We've been waiting for ages."
Healy's gaze didn't linger on Lillian. It swept past her, scanning the campus entrance.
Lillian thought he was looking for Bianca.
But then he asked, "Where's Noreen? Hasn't she arrived yet?"
He had specifically asked her yesterday, and she had said she would be here today.
Healy's words were like a bucket of cold water, and Lillian's mood instantly plummeted.
Nearby, Bianca's face hardened for a moment when she heard Healy's question.
She then turned to Lillian. "We should go inside."
But just then, Henry said to Bianca, "You guys go on ahead. I'm waiting for someone."
Although Bianca was curious who he was waiting for, she politely refrained from asking, just telling him to get in touch once he was inside.
Henry agreed.
After the group went in, Henry dialed Sanford's number. "Dad, where are you?"
"Stuck in traffic," Sanford replied. "I'm going to be a little late."
"How late?"
"About forty minutes." Sanford sensed his son's urgency. "Why? Is it going to cause a problem?"
Henry was vague. "No, not at all. The timing should be just right, actually."
"Just right for what?"
"A surprise."
With that, Henry hung up before Sanford could ask any more questions.



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