When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2032

Wren agreed at once.

“Sure, our family needs to stay connected; we can’t let distance grow between us.”

Robert nodded, speaking with real sincerity, “Exactly, and I’d also like to sit down with Nathaniel and the others, offer a proper apology.”

“We’re all family. You’re Nathaniel’s uncle; whatever happened is behind us.”

Wren had always been a peacemaker; all he wanted was harmony and never felt his brother had crossed any lines.

“I hope Nathaniel thinks so too.”

Robert sighed again, wearing an expression full of worry.

Seeing that, Wren asked, “Robert, is something wrong? You look really troubled.”

Robert waved a hand. “It’s nothing much, just a few problems with the company lately. Don’t worry, I may be getting on in years, but I can still hold the fort.”

Wren pressed, “Tell me what’s really happening. We’re family; let’s sit down together and work it out.”

Only then did Robert admit that business was poor, hinting between the lines that the trouble might somehow be connected to Nathaniel.

Wren found that hard to believe.

“Nathaniel would never do that. You’re his uncle. Why would he target you?”

“I feel the same. Maybe someone under him is acting on their own,” Robert said.

“When I see him on New Year’s Day, I’ll ask.”

“Good. Just speak to him gently. I don’t want him thinking I’m picking a fight. I’m his uncle; I only want peace.”

Robert struck the patient pose of a concerned elder.

Wren, true to form, accepted every word without doubt.

Felix also looked around, spotted a pile of toys off to one side, and dashed over to tear into the packaging.

A housekeeper hurried after him. “Mr. Felix, those are gifts Mr. Rainsworth bought for Mr. Jonathan and Mr. Elliot!”

At her words, Miranda’s voice rose sharply.

“Felix, what do you think you’re doing? Put Jon and Eli’s toys down. You’re far too old for this.”

Felix refused to let go.

He owned every one of those toys already, but other people’s things always seemed better.

Wren had bought the toys to win his grandsons’ favor; Elena was right—he had never spent enough time with the boys.