Given his position, he shouldn't meddle in Jonathan's private life, especially his romantic affairs. But he really wanted to say one thing: he was reaping what he had sown.
WWYS Corporate Services' commitment to confidentiality was ironclad, so Niamh and Elmer's trip to Blackspire came up completely empty. The two flew back to Aldenville. As soon as they deplaned, they saw Lana. She looked terrible. Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she'd been crying for days, and her face was pale and drawn, covered by a layer of gloom.
Niamh knew Lana had quit her job. Unable to focus on her work, she'd decided to resign and rest at home. Niamh didn't agree with the decision; she thought having a job would be better than staying home, lost in her own dark thoughts. But she couldn't make that choice for Lana, just as she couldn't stop Lana from trusting Jarrett in the first place. She had sent Lana their flight details after Lana had asked if she'd found him. She knew Lana needed closure. She just hadn't expected Lana to show up at the airport.
Spotting Niamh in the crowd, Lana hurried towards her. But just as she was about to reach them, Elmer stepped forward, blocking her path. Lana stopped in her tracks and lowered her head in shame. She knew what Elmer's gesture meant: he was protecting Niamh from being hurt again. In his eyes, she was no different from an enemy now—untrustworthy. Lana's guess was spot on. He didn't care what Niamh thought; as far as he was concerned, he could never forgive Lana.
"Elmer, I... I wouldn't... hurt Nia..." Lana stammered.
"You already have," Elmer's voice was sharp and unequivocal.
"Alright, Elmer..." Niamh gently pushed him aside, her eyes landing on Lana's tear-streaked face. "I'm sorry, Lana. I didn't find Jarrett."

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