"I've forgiven you, Monica. And I want to thank you, thank you for saving my life."
Even though Monica was underhanded in her approach, there was something about it that made it hard to scold her.
If the person involved wasn't pursuing the matter, there could be room to spare Monica; the staff looked at each other, waiting for Flynn Taylor's final decision.
Seeing his son's actions, Flynn Taylor's heart grew softer. His wife had raised their little creature very well, a little creature who knew gratitude and the meaning of reciprocating kindness.
He walked slowly to his son's side, grasping his little hand tightly once again, and said to Monica, "I regret what happened to the young master, and I hope you can move past the shadows of the past soon. I believe that Heaven will treat good people well and will give you another Alan. As for what happened today..."
Flynn Taylor hadn't finished speaking when Ave Carlisle burst into the office, all hustle and bustle.
