"It's the thought that counts," Eleanor said, her eyes brimming with warmth. "Alright, go to sleep. If I'd known you were this exhausted, I wouldn't have bothered you."
She stood up, carefully tucking the edges of the blanket around Lyra.
"Get some rest. Goodnight."
Lyra nodded. After her mother left, she lay back down and quickly drifted off again.
In the living room.
Harrison sat on the sofa, downing cup after cup of tea, his expression heavy.
Eleanor saw this as she came downstairs and let out a soft sigh.
"Alright, what's done is done. We can't change what happened. Instead of constantly looking over our shoulders, we should do what we've always done—take it one step at a time."
Comforting him, she sat down and rested her head gently on his shoulder.
"You have to trust him. We watched Miles grow up. No one knows his character better than we do."
"I know," Harrison shook his head with a sigh of resignation. "I'm just wondering if I was wrong all along, and if that's what led to all this. If I had realized it sooner, maybe none of this would have happened."
"That's not true. Don't forget, I was right there with you, disagreeing and refusing to support his ideas. He's grown up now; he had to go out and face the world eventually. He wanted to leave everything in the company for Lyra. He was never going to accept what we offered him."
As Eleanor spoke, she thought back to the past.
When Miles first arrived, he was so small.
He was quiet, always preferring to do things his own way. Compared to other kids his age, he was practically a miniature adult.


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