He didn't want to see Niamh being so soft-hearted. Yes, they had all been friends once. But Lana was the one who chose a man over their friendship. If Niamh forgave her so easily, Lana might just betray her again and again. Elmer couldn't bear the thought of Niamh getting hurt again.
In the end, Niamh didn't look back, let alone offer any comfort. She knew Lana was hurting, but so was she.
"Alright, stop thinking about her... I'll go back to the office with you."
Niamh met Elmer's gentle gaze and nodded. "I think you have some kind of magic power."
"Oh? What do you mean?" Elmer asked, tilting his head.
"It's just... whenever you comfort me, it always works. I feel warm and safe... But sometimes, I feel like I'm relying on you too much."
As Niamh spoke, Elmer's eyes grew brighter and brighter. "For you to say that, I'm beyond flattered!" A smile bloomed on Niamh's face.
Same title, 'Grandfather'... A self-deprecating, bitter smile touched Niamh's lips. If only Clifford were her real grandfather...
Sometimes, Niamh thought the reason she felt so close to Clifford was because she had been missing a grandfather's love her entire life.
Niamh closed her laptop, opened a drawer, and took out a photo frame. It was the one she had retrieved from the Quinn family's private residence on the day of the Quinn patriarch's seventieth birthday—something she had long wanted but had never been able to get back. The photo inside was of her and her grandmother.

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