“Look at you, what happened to basic trust between people?”Lucas draped an arm over Philip’s shoulder, casual, almost conspiratorial.“Grandpa, you raised me when I was young. I know better than anyone how good you were to me. How could I ever forget that?”“Save it.”Philip snorted, though the sharpness in his eyes had already begun to ease.For all his words, the edge of his irritation was softening.After all, Lucas was still the grandson he valued most.Hearing him speak like this, so measure and aware, how could he not feel a flicker of satisfaction?At his age, there were still many things he would have to rely on his children and grandchildren for.He still had some savings and commanded a measure of respect, but who could say how long that would last?A lifetime of striving, in the end, was only for a peaceful finish.That was all he wanted now.The pride he once held so tightly had faded.What mattered was easing things between them, not letting it grow awkward or strained.“
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