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I sigh. “She’s not ready.”

Dad’s brow furrows. “I’m not asking her to marry. Just... a little more involvement. She needs to get out of her hole.”

“She will. In time.” I lean back in the chair, eyeing him carefully. “But you gotta let her heal first. Throwing her into the fire isn’t going to do her any favors.”

He lets out a frustrated huff. “When did you get so damn stubborn?”

“Must be genetic.”

“Smart ass.”

“Look, I get it, okay? But Novalie’s still fragile. You push her too hard, and you’ll end up pushing her away.”

His shoulders slump. “I’m running out of time. I must know she is in good hands before I’m gone.”

“Brandon and I will make sure of that.” I reach over, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “And Novalie. She’s stronger than you think. But she has to do it on her own terms. Rushing her is only gonna do more harm than good.”

Dad nods slowly, his gaze drifting to the window. “I just wish I could do more. Wish I had more time.”

“I know, Dad. But you’ve done good. Real good. We’re all better for it.”

“I was so consumed by work, by building this empire, that I lost sight of what truly matters. Of you boys.” His eyes bore into mine, shining with regret. “And for that, I’m sorry.”

“Dad, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do. I was a fool, Elijah. I traded precious time with my family for material things for status. And I nearly lost everything because of it.”

I open my mouth to protest, to tell him it’s okay, but he silences me with a look.

“No, son. It’s not okay. I should have been there for you, for Novalie, when you needed me most. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” His grip tightens. “I’m so proud of you, son. Of all of you. Look after your siblings.”

“You know I will.”

Dad nods, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Good. That’s... that’s good. Now, off with you. I’ll be fine here.”

“You sure?” I raise a brow.

“Positive. I have the best care team in the world.” He winks.

“That you do. Alright, we’ll get out of your hair.” I turn to leave, but Dad’s voice stops me.

“Elijah.”

I look back. “Yeah?”

“Don’t screw this up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I turn to the door.

Gemma is waiting for me, her own eyes red-rimmed. Without a word, she steps into my embrace, holding me tight as I bury my face in her soft hair.

“Thank you for giving us a moment.”

“Of course. Are you sure you’re up for this? We can postpone.”

“He wouldn’t want us to cancel.”

“What about you?”

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