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Fury blazing, Miranda dabbed Felix's cheeks with a tissue. "Quit crying-look at you, spineless."
Silenced by her rebuke, Felix clamped his lips shut.
"They dared lay a hand on you. I'll make them pay," she vowed.
Inside, Miranda decided Cecilia's children needed a lesson.
Since Old Mr. Rainsworth's death, their main branch had been pushed aside; every relative now flattered the second branch.
All because Nathaniel had seized Rainsworth Group.
He had even folded the firm into his own Imminence Corporation.
Who knew what tricks he used, stuffing Rainsworth assets into Imminence.
The thought made Miranda's resentment boil hotter.
Felix nodded again and again.
Back home, Miranda went straight to find Robert.
The study smelled of fresh ink.
Robert, practicing calligraphy, heard his grandson had been bullied and frowned, though without Miranda's petty fury.
His brush paused, then glided on as he spoke calmly:
"Children scuffle. Don't overthink it."
"But Dad, if Felix lets this slide, the second branch will think we're easy targets," Miranda argued.
Robert finished a final stroke and looked up.
"You're far too impatient, Miranda."
She knew he was right and lowered her gaze.
"None of my sons measures up to theirs," Robert went on. "For now we keep our heads down."
Miranda's face tightened.
Adrian truly lost his nerve after Nathaniel once beat him into a hospital bed.
She had hoped Adrian could eliminate Nathaniel's four boys; that hope was gone. "Enough. Go rest. I'll mention the matter to your uncle," Robert concluded.
The uncle he meant was Regas, Nathaniel's father.
Since divorcing Elena, Regas had stopped traveling and now spent his days at home hosting relatives.
The Rainsworth family was large, yet social obligations still demanded constant attention.
Regas felt drained, while Elena idled away her days with mah-jong games and boutique trips.
Today she returned wearing sunglasses and stretched out on a garden lounger, soaking up the sun.
Regas walked over and asked, "Nothing to occupy you today?"
Elena heard Wren's voice and slowly took off her sunglasses. "Something up?"
"Nothing major," Wren said. "Since you're free, could you pay a visit to Mrs. Chandler? I heard you two are close."
Elena slid her glasses back on and settled in again. "Why would I see her?"
"Our families haven't talked in ages,"
Wren explained. "When I called on
he acted
Mr. Chandler last time as hebarely knew me
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He could have eased into retirement, yet ever since his return almost no one sought him out, and the empty days tasted flat.
Most of his peers now ran public
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laughed that he was only the father riding his son's coattails:
He refused to let them belittle him.