Mr. Wellington's POV Henry helped me onto the couch. I let out a sigh of relief and adjusted my cane, placing it beside my leg. I was exhausted. "How long before Whitaker gets here?" I asked. "About twenty minutes, sir. He just landed at the airport," Henry answered as he took my coat and hung it carefully. I exhaled and closed my eyes. Leaning my head against the couch, I felt the tension in my muscles slowly ease. "Doctor Mike called, sir," Henry informed me while pouring a glass of water. "Henry," I called, opening my eyes. "Sir?" "Sit down." He hesitated before taking the seat opposite me. I sighed heavily. "What would you have me do in this situation?" I asked. He paused. "I'm not sure I understand, sir." I closed my eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. "Drop the politeness, Henry. And talk to me." He cleared his throat. "I think he's getting softer around the new bride." I shook my head. "No. He still hates me. And he neve
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