“Dad, who was that?” Easton asked with a grin.
Marcus answered offhandedly, “Big-time businessman from the city—he buys seafood in bulk.”
Easton nodded, flashing Vincent a friendly smile. “Sir, Mr. Brown’s seafood is always the freshest around.”
Vincent didn’t linger. He simply handed Marcus a business card. “Here’s my card. If you decide you’re interested, get in touch.” Without another word, he turned and left.
He was confident Marcus would call sooner rather than later.
Marcus frowned down at the card: Lawson & Co. …
Even people from Lawson & Co. are getting involved now?
“Dad, is he really a seafood buyer?” Easton’s eyes were wide with curiosity.
“That’s enough questions. Let’s head back for dinner.” Marcus leaned on his cane and started for the house.
He knew this peaceful life wouldn’t last forever.
Over the years, he and his wife and son had built a humble existence in the fishing village. It was hard work, but they were content.
This quiet, simple happiness was the most extravagant thing the Lynch family could never buy.
But now, just like Vincent said, bigger things were looming—Easton’s education, a place to live, marriage … one challenge after another.
He refused to be the laughingstock people whispered about, but he couldn’t swallow his pride enough to go crawling back to the Lynch family.
And to make matters more complicated, Easton was a remarkable kid—always top of his class, and this year he’d even scored the highest in the state on his college entrance exams.
Marcus let out a heavy sigh, thoughts a tangled mess.
If he went back to the Lynch family now, he’d have to face the old man—and the child he’d abandoned all those years ago …
The bitter irony was, Marcus couldn’t even recall Tyrone’s name most days.
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