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    “I’m sorry for all the chaos my family has caused. If I’d known sooner about her reckless behavior, I would’ve corrected it.” Josiah wasn’t one to make empty promises. “I’ve already told Brady about it. Once she’s back, we’ll definitely take action.”


    “You don’t need to apologize. The me’s hers—not yours,” Freya reassured him, seeing that his mood was holding steady.


    Josiah genuinely meant every word. Freya believed him.


    In truth, Josiah felt deeply disappointed—he never imagined his granddaughter would turn out like this. Norah must have been far too coddled.


    “Josiah,” Freya said, bringing up another issue.


    Josiah had always treated her with kindness. “Go ahead, say what’s on your mind.”


    “If Norah ever tries toe after me again, and I’m certain it’s her… I might retaliate directly,” Freya warned him,ying her intentions bare. Norah was too calcted in her moves, always covering her tracks. Because of that, Freya felt she had no other choice but to handle things herself.


    “Do whatever you have to,” Josiah said firmly. “You’ve got my full support.”


    If his son tried to defend Norah, he would step in himself.


    If only Norah’s father had raised his child with the same discipline Brady had, she wouldn’t be like this.


    Mack might be yful, but he understood boundaries and wouldn’t cross the line into anything uwful. “If it’s something minor, go to Mack. Brady’s been going easier on him since thatst training,” Josiah added.


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    Now that Ellis had retired, if Freya were ever mistreated, he’d be the first one to step in.


    Freya replied, “Alright.”


    With that matter settled, she felt a small sense of relief.


    Noticing they hadn’t started lunch yet, Josiah invited Freya to a game of chess.


    Before they began, he sent a message to Ellis. “If you don’t show up soon, Freya might leave.”


    Ellis, busy ying chess with a circle of retired old-timers, nced at his phone.


    “Hold her there. I’lle after this round,” he texted back.


    “Ellis, it’s your turn—why are you staring at your phone?”


    “Come on, move already.”


    “I’m next, don’t even think about skipping me.”


    “Has Ellis actually improved all these years?”


    “What’s the point? No one’s ever pushed him hard enough.”


    “This one’s a genius.”


    The group of older men chatted animatedly.


    Draped in a long ck coat, Ellis gave a faint smile. “Once we finish this round, you old fogies better head back for lunch. Don’t keep your wives waiting.”


    “It’s nearly noon already!”


    “Time flies. We’ve only yed two rounds.”


    “I don’t care—I’m first after lunch.”


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