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Riley huffed. “Fine. Jett, you coming?”

I looked at Brennan sending him all my love and support. “I’ll stay here. Get me something good.”

No, I wasn’t going to leave Brennan alone with his dad. Not only did I want to show my support, but everything happening had frayed him and I didn’t want my husband to snap.

Wes and Riley left but didn’t close the door.

“What, Dad?” Brennan sighed. “I’m not dropping the case against Mother’s lawyer. I should have done this years ago, but I kept trying to go about it the right way, stupidly thinking that she’d change her mind. It’s also not just about money. I’m sick of being treated like a child, and sick of fearing that she’s once again going to try ruining my life because I disobeyed her.”

“I know. I’m not here to ask you to stop,” Frank said quietly.

“You’re not?” Brennan frowned.

He wasn’t? I didn’t have any issue with Frank other than that I thought he should stand up for his son more. He was pretty fun to watch sports with.

Frank shook his head and sat down. “I’m pulling everything that was entrusted to Ian that’s from my side and giving it to you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I could do that until Katie told me this morning. She looked it up or something.”

Wow.

“Thank you.” Brennan looked surprised.

That surprised me, too. My husband had been fighting for this for so long.

“Also, while I knew that there were things tied up that your mother didn’t want to liquidate, I was under the impression that you’d been given other things. I let her handle all that, and well, Ian’s loyal to her not me and won’t tell me anything.” Frank sighed.

“I can see that. And I appreciate it,” Brennan replied.

Brennan and his dad didn’t have a bad relationship, they just didn’t have much to talk about other than rugby and the foundation. Sometimes I wondered if Frank was disappointed that none of his children went on to play professional rugby.

“I don’t like being called Sport,” Brennan blurted.

“Oh. You don’t?” His look went concerned. “Sorry, Sport, I mean, Bren. I’ve been calling you that for so long, I never realized it. I… I’ll try not to.”

“I’d like that.” Brennan looked a little bewildered.

“I’ll have the documents sent over.” Frank’s eyes flickered over me and the laptops. “Can I help with anything? Or are you conducting espionage?”

“It’s about Grace. But we’ve got it,” I told him.

Frank’s look stayed worried. “Okay. I like Grace. I know I tend to let your mother take charge, but I’m on your side, Bren. I always have been.”

Yeah, he was. It just wasn’t always enough against the Queen Mum.

“Even though I technically own your foundation building?” Brennan retorted.

“We can go back to operating out of your mother’s company building. For the record, I was against buying the building with your money. I was against cutting the scholarships, too. But shesaid that if we didn’t cut those, we’d have to cut the summer sports programs due to the drop in donations. I figured that you’d start your own foundation or get Spencer’s company to do it. All my money is tied up, so I couldn’t save the programs on my own. I… I love those programs,” he confessed.

“I know.” Brennan’s voice went rough.

I squeezed Brennan’s hand. Before the accident, he’d helped his dad coach youth rugby.

“We saved the scholarships,” I added.

Relief flooded his dad’s face. “I’m glad. I’m proud of you, Sp–, I mean, Bren. You have a great pack, a successful company, wonderful mates, and you have your integrity. It’s all I could ever want for you.”

“You’re proud of me?” Surprise filled Brennan’s voice.

“So proud. Honestly, out of all my kids, you have accomplished the most with the least amount of help. I marvel at your strength. While I know the dinners aren’t your favorite, I like showing you off to my friends. Especially the obnoxious ones.Oh, your son works for who? My son owns luxury hotels all over the world,” he told him.