Balfour mused thoughtfully, âSince weâve nearly wrapped up this investigation, do me a favor while youâre at it, will you?â
Leo was taken aback. Their boss, Balfour, was usually strictly business and rarel them for personal favors. His curiosity was piqued â what could the boss pos his help with?
But when he heard it was about Ms. Dunhill again, Leo couldnât help but think tha must really be the apple of Balfourâs eye.
ked âYou wonât be doing this for nothing. I need you to dig into how Clara got herself out. And remember, keep it low-key with anything related to the Dunhill family. Just bring your findings straight to me.â
Balfour worried that making too much noise could spook someone, and if his grandmother got wind of it, sheâd surely create a scene at the Dunhillsâ doorstep, which would only make things worse for Ivy.
After hanging up, Balfour lingered on the balcony a moment longer before turning back to Ivyâs side.
Seeing her furrowed brow even in sleep made his heart clench.
âAre you this troubled because you canât let go of those people?â
Balfour knew Ivy was all heart and loyalty. Despite having been ignored by her family for years, she found it hard to completely sever ties.
She might say they didnât deserve her, but deep down, she hoped for a sliver of their affection.
And that wasnât her fault. Who could truly abandon the notion of parental love?
A3 Balfour wanted was for his presence to bring Ivy some happiness and to keep her from cry over people who werenât worth her tears.
YoYour eyes are swollen from crying.â
santwelle, ever at the Dunhill Mansion, Tessa was fuming after being hung up on. She petraplained to Finn who was lounging with the newspaper, âIvy is such an ingrate. What its custy fy suppada page. âSheâs already packed her bags and left, so why the hell did Where in copot for rum was the absence of a son. Even if heâs got two daughters, they dev-delimices in the household lam ante mate teach us to her otherwise wouldnât have bothered.â
Finn shot her a glance over the newspaper, âIf Ivy hadnât made such a mess online, Clara wouldnât have had to step in with her statements. Lately, everyone who knew our family is asking about Ivy, and itâs embarrassing to even speak of it. Itâs all because of your precious daughter; sheâs dragged the Dunhill name through the mud!â
Tessa was already irked. Finn was hardly ever home, leaving her and Clara, his daughter from a previous marriage, alone. She always had to play second fiddle to Cla got as much as a smile in return.
She had been holding in her frustrations for too long.
âSo now itâs all my fault, is it? Did I make her on my own? How come her turning ou way is just my mistake? And you talk about losing face for the Dunhills. What face doe the Dunhill family even have left? The Dunhills of today are nothing like your grandfatherâs era. Wake up and stop living in the past glory!â
Finn detested being reminded that the Dunhill familyâs decline was on his watch. Many knew it, yet he refused to admit it.
And now Tessa, his wife of so many years, had ripped off that band-aid and spoke the truth he was loath to acknowledge.
He slammed the newspaper down on the coffee table with a thud, âWhat do you mean by that?â