Kennedy gave a small nod in his son's direction.
"Good. I'm glad you know your limits," he said coolly.
His voice dropped, laced with meaning.
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let you follow after your Grandma Mathilde's every whim. We wouldn't be in this mess now."
Gilbert knew exactly what his father meant.
Cherry.
"She's not a problem, Dad. Don't worry, I'll handle her," Gilbert replied steadily.
A faint smile tugged at Kennedy's lips.
"I know you will."
Then his father leaned forward, his sharp gaze settling on him.
"I know you're not ready to take over the company yet still clinging to that investigation about your mother's death. But that was years ago. No proof of foul play. Maybe it's time you let go of that obsession, son."
Gilbert's jaw tightened. His eyes darkened, fists curling slightly on his lap.
