Just then, a phone buzzed.
Ethan did not even glance at it. He said directly, "Mr. Osborne, I'm honored to marry your daughter. There's no way I could truly repay you, so please accept these wedding gifts as a token of my sincerity. I only hope you won't find them lacking."
As soon as he finished, Oliver strolled over to the coffee table and placed a stack of documents in front of Harry.
"What ... "
Harry did not need to look; he already knew what it was.
After a moment's pause, he shook his head. "You should be giving this to Dawn. For us, as long as you two live well together, that's worth more than anything."
Ethan's expression did not change. His sharp features looked composed and striking. He pushed the files forward a little. "You worked so hard to raise her. It's only right. I believe she'd also want you to accept it."
Harry studied the young man across from him. His demeanor was calm and refined, yet his presence was commanding, those pitch-black eyes like pools of ink that gave nothing away.
"In that case, I'd better accept with gratitude."
Harry was no fool—he knew Ethan wanted to draw a line between himself and the Osbornes.
Strictly speaking, it had been him and Sandra in name, but in truth, Dawn was raised by Austin.
And Austin was not much older than Dawn; living under the same roof, feelings could easily blur if one was not careful ... Sandra had mentioned something before, but Harry had not thought too much of it.
Now, it seemed the one who could not let go might not be Dawn.
With a sigh for his younger brother, Harry said, "As her father, my only hope is that you listen to Dawn more. Her life experience isn't as broad as yours, so I trust you'll guide her patiently."
It was only at this moment that Harry truly felt like Dawn's father.
The feeling was bittersweet, hard to put into words.
The first meeting between the two families was a success.
Since they lived close by, Sandra and Tara agreed to have lunch together the next day. Dawn stayed at the Osborne Estate, spending the night with Jessica.
With the holiday season approaching, every household was lively. Many neighbors who lived abroad had returned, and the villas were all lit up brightly.
That night, Dawn chatted with Jessica for a while before they lay down together.
"In the blink of an eye, you've grown so big. Seems like you've hardly ever slept beside me."
"Yeah ... "
Dawn thought for a moment. "When I first came, Mom was still working, and it was Grandma who stayed with me many nights."
She had always kept that warmth in her heart.
Jessica sighed, then suddenly said, "Austin thinks too much."
Dawn stayed silent.
"Isn't it tiring being around him?"

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