Quinton bowed apologetically, "Sir, Mrs. Howard instructed me not to tell you. I..."
Balfour scoffed. "Next time something like this happens, don't worry about Grandpa and Grandma's orders. Just tell me right away! That's all. You may leave now."
After Quinton's footsteps faded away, Balfour leaned against his desk and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course, he knew exactly what Alyssa was thinking, but he could not just ignore Giselle.
Years ago, Giselle's father had done him a huge favor. On his deathbed, he had one last request - for Balfour to look after his only daughter. And when Balfour made a promise, he intended to keep it.
Downstairs.
As the servants brought out the last dish and Balfour had not come down yet, Alyssa grumbled, "That boy is always buried in his company affairs. Would the company collapse if he left it alone for a moment? What's the point of having a whole team under him if they can't manage without him?"
Alyssa glanced pointedly at Quinton as she spoke.
Quinton remained unfazed; he had learned to take Granny's words with a grain of salt after what the boss had told him earlier.
Giselle leaned in, her voice soft and comforting, "Grandma, Balfour's got so much on his plate running such a big company. He has to be there to call the shots. Don't worry, I'll fetch him. Work is important, but he needs to eat. Health comes first!"
Ivy had been about to call Balfour down. Hearing Giselle's offer, she paused mid-step. Someone else was eager to do the task, so she let them.
Besides, Balfour probably preferred Giselle's company to hers.
Ivy's gaze dropped, a complex mixture of feelings in her eyes.
Alyssa huffed. "Giselle, you're our guest today; having you run errands is not right. Ivy, you go get Balfour. He always listens to you. Go on now."
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