Keeping up a polite front long enough to see Mr. Ratcliff through his final days was all Reese had left to give.
Mr. Ratcliff patted Reese’s hand, gentle as ever. “I know you don’t want anything to do with the Dylon family, but they’re still family. Sometimes it’s better to just clear the air.”
Reese lowered her eyes. “Grandpa, if they want to cut me off, then let’s just leave it at that. There’s no point pretending.”
She refused to let the Dylons cling to her anymore, draining the Ratcliff family for their own gain.
Of course, Mr. Ratcliff understood what she meant. He let out a sigh. “Reese, you’re in charge of Ramos Corporation now. If you cut ties with the Dylons completely, what will people say? You know how outsiders talk.
“I know you don’t want to see them, but for now, just do what’s necessary on the surface. That’s all I’m asking.
“I think after everything that’s happened, they’ve learned their lesson. Even if they want to come after you again, they’ll think twice.”
Reese knew her grandfather was just looking out for her.
She looked at the old man—someone who once saw her as nothing more than a way to continue the family line, but who now protected her with everything he had. Her feelings were a tangled mess.
“Grandpa.”
Sebastian walked into the courtyard. He saw Reese sitting quietly by Mr. Ratcliff’s side, looking so serene, and couldn’t help but smile a little.
He hadn’t seen her like this in a long time.
Mr. Ratcliff raised his eyebrows. “Did Matt come? Did he bring his daughter?”
“Yeah, they’re in the front yard.”
Hearing that, Mr. Ratcliff brightened and got up from his chair. “I’ll go see that girl. You two talk things through, alright?”
He gave Sebastian a look. “Don’t mess this up.”
“I know, Grandpa.”
Sebastian helped Mr. Ratcliff over to the housekeeper, then sat down next to Reese. He pulled a jewelry box from his pocket and held it out to her.
“Do you like it?”
Reese didn’t take it. She just looked up at him.


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