"Yeah," Julian replied plainly.
"When did this happen?"
"Don't you already know?" Julian scooped a ladle of soup into her bowl. "With how fast news travels to you, you probably knew before I did. Just say what's on your mind. You don't need to beat around the bush with your own grandson."
"You foolish boy!" Genevieve slapped his arm, thoroughly annoyed. "You can act like you don't care now, but there will come a day when you regret this."
She had indeed found out about Willow leaving Sinclair Group the previous week, but she hadn't realized how severe the situation was. She had been waiting for Julian to come to her for advice, genuinely surprised by how stubbornly he was holding out.
Hearing her words, Julian simply raised an eyebrow. He honestly wondered if that day would ever come. Regret? Highly unlikely.
Seeing his nonchalant expression, Genevieve's anger flared. "Let me ask you this. Why did you approve her resignation? Did you force her out? Did you and that Vivienne team up because you couldn't stand seeing her in the office?"
Truth be told, he hadn't forced her to resign, though he had fully intended to banish her back to Seattle. As for the resignation approval, that was entirely an accident.
Julian had no desire to rehash the details. He let out a long sigh. "You didn't call me over here just to lecture me, did you?"
"Of course not. The damage is done, and yelling at you won't change a thing. Will it bring Willow back?" Genevieve glared at him, looking like she wanted to smack him again.
Julian's smile remained steady. "You could always try."
"I am not in the mood for your games," Genevieve cut him off. "Call Willow right now. Right here in front of me. Invite her over for dinner this weekend."
"I really can't help you with that. It's not that I won't, I literally can't."

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