It was only after she was gone that Sanford realized Henry hadn't said a word to Noreen.
"What was wrong with you just now? You didn't say anything. We found the Brooke family's benefactor, and you showed no gratitude at all?" Sanford scolded Henry.
Henry had no idea how to explain himself to his father.
If Sanford knew how he had treated Noreen before, he'd probably be kicked out of the family by tomorrow.
"We have to thank Noreen properly," Sanford mused, his mind set on this matter he had been dwelling on for eight years.
After a long pause, Henry finally spoke. "Yes, we should thank her properly."
Healy had chased after Noreen.
He had missed too much today, and now that he finally had a chance to see Noreen, he wanted to spend more time with her. He asked where she was going and offered her a ride.
Noreen politely declined. "No, thank you, Mr. Naylor. My driver is already here. I appreciate the offer."
She was incredibly busy; she didn't have time for this.
In the end, Healy could only watch as she got into her car and drove away.
A moment later, Mrs. Naylor called to ask about his progress.
Healy recounted the day's events to her.
Mrs. Naylor flew into a rage, berating him. "How did I end up with such a useless son? You let such a golden opportunity slip through your fingers? At this rate, you'd be late to your own funeral!"
"Mom…" Healy sighed, a headache coming on.
"What? Am I wrong?"
Healy was silent.
This was her brand of tough love…
Meanwhile, Jude left Rivercrest University with Dylan.
Jude was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive, which made Dylan feel a bit uneasy.
"What's wrong? Feeling crushed?" Dylan knew what was on his mind.



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