Oliver glanced up, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “Okay, Dad.”

Grace, watching the father and son, offered a comforting smile. “He’s a good boy, Mr. Lawson. He just needs to learn when to walk away.”

Richard nodded, grateful for Grace’s wisdom and presence in their lives. “Thank you, Grace. For everything.”

Grace shook her head modestly. “I’m just glad I was here to help.”

As Oliver stood, Richard extended his hand. “How about we have a little talk in the study? Just us.”

Oliver hesitated, then accepted his father’s hand. “Okay.”