They had cast her aside without a second thought, and now that she was successful, they expected to welcome her back with open arms? To be summoned and dismissed at will? What did they take his Ana for?
Anastasia didn't really mind, but if her husband was unhappy, she would always side with him. Nothing was more important than his feelings.
"Okay," she said obediently.
Her compliance softened Harrison's expression. He pulled her onto his lap as he sat down, kissing the tip of her nose with paternal affection. "What does it matter if you don't have the Brennans?" he said, his voice full of pride. "My Ana is brilliant. She doesn't need to rely on anyone."
The praise made Anastasia beam, her legs dangling and swinging happily. She snuggled into his chest, burying her head in his neck. "You're the best, Hubby," she murmured.
Harrison chuckled. "And how am I the best now?"
"I don't know, you just are!"
He kissed her cheek, his own lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile.
***
Back at the Brennan estate, Benson recounted the truth of what had happened years ago over the dinner table.
"What?" The Brennans were stunned into silence.
Mrs. Brennan's silverware clattered onto her plate as tears streamed down her face. "My Ana...!" she cried. "It's all my fault!"


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