章節 4: Part 4
" Fine, I will let you back for work now." He said.
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Lisa left the office with a faint smile on her face.
As Lisa walked through the office hallway, her thoughts still swirling from her conversation with Canary, she didn't notice Joel standing near the entrance to one of the conference rooms.
He had just arrived at the office for a quick meeting, and as he caught sight of her, something about her caught his attention.
He studied her for a moment, trying to place where he had seen her before.
Her face was familiar, but he couldn't quite figure out why. He tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing in thought.
"Do you know who that is?" Joel asked his assistant, who had been standing nearby.
The assistant looked at Lisa as she walked past, then glanced back at Joel. "That's Lisa. She's one of the designers here at Andersons Group."
Joel's eyes narrowed slightly. "Lisa, huh?" He watched her leave the hallway, still feeling a strange sense of recognition. "She seems… familiar."
His assistant shrugged, "I think you just saw here her Mr.Rivers.." Said the assistant.
Joel nodded, but his curiosity remained piqued.
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Canary arrived home earlier today, Lucy as usual was taking care of Alexander in his wheelchair and some maids watched on to assist her.
" Since you are back early please give me a push, I want to have some fresh air." Alexander requested Canary:
" But honey, Canary is tired from work. How about I take you ?" Lucy asked,
" No need. My son has been away. I missed him. Let him ride me today." Alexander hesitated.
" It's okay Mom. I missed dad too. I will take him." Canary said.
He stood and moved to help his father, carefully pushing his wheelchair toward the back door.
The evening air was crisp, and the quiet of the garden outside the mansion seemed to soothe both of them.
As they reached the patio, Alexander took a slow, deep breath, savoring the cool breeze. "It's good to get out of that room sometimes," he said, looking up at the darkening sky. "The walls feel like they're closing in."
Canary pushed the chair a little further, allowing his father to enjoy the peace. "I understand. I'll make sure to stay on top of things, Dad. I know you're counting on me."
Alexander glanced up at him, his eyes thoughtful. "You're a good son, Canary. But don't forget to take care of yourself too."
Canary nodded, feeling the weight of his father's words. "I will."
They sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the evening filling the air, both lost in their own thoughts.
As they sat in the quiet of the garden, Alexander turned to Canary with a thoughtful look.
"Canary," he said, his voice a little more serious, "has Joel said anything bad to you yet?"
Canary was taken aback by the question. "Joel? No, not really," he replied, furrowing his brow. "Why do you ask?"
Alexander sighed softly, his eyes scanning the horizon.
"Joel's always had his own way of doing things, and he doesn't always play by the rules. I've noticed he's been a bit… interested in your work lately. Be cautious, son."
Canary chuckled. " Dad, Uncle Joel is always good to me. Why would you think of him like that ?" He asked.
Alexander said, his tone cautious. "There's something brewing, and I want you to be prepared. He might try to influence you, even manipulate things behind the scenes."
Canary's mind raced with the possibilities. "I'll watch out for it, Dad. I won't let anything interfere with the company."
Alexander gave a small nod of approval. "Good. Just remember, not everyone in this family has the same vision. Trust your instincts, and don't let Joel get under your skin."
As Canary took on His father's words he remembered the day his father trembled on seeing Joel in the hospital and he knew that Alexander must be hiding something from him.
" Dad, Can I ask you something ?" Canary finally spoke.
" What it it ?" Alexander asked.
" Besides that, Is there anything about UncleJoel that I don't know? Something you are not telling me ?" He asked.
Alexander just smiled and said.
" Nothing dear, It's getting late. Take me back to my room." Alexander requested.
" Okay.." Canary resorted and begun pushing the wheel again.
Alexander kept silent. There's no way he could tell Canary and Joel was the one behind his accident and the reason why he can't walk now. He couldn't reveal that heavy secret now.
***
The following day, After a long meeting with the team, Canary walked out of the conference room, his mind still occupied with the discussions and upcoming projects.
As he stepped into the hallway, he was momentarily distracted by Camilla standing near the elevator.
She was standing with her back to him, but her presence was undeniable.
She was still the most beautiful woman at Andersons Group, with a poise and confidence that made heads turn whenever she entered a room.
Canary hesitated, then walked toward her. "Camilla," he said, his tone neutral but carrying an edge of curiosity.
She turned to face him, her lips curling into a faint, but tight smile. "Canary," she replied, her voice smooth but laced with something unspoken.
" Ooh, I didn't know you were back from London." She said.
Canary frowned slightly, noticing the coolness in her tone.
" Really, I came two days ago. He said.
" Good for you , I think there is nothing else we need to discuss."
Camilla crossed her arms, her gaze sharp as she regarded him.
"I'm sure you don't think there's anything else to discuss. After all, you've moved on so easily. Chose Bianca, didn't you? Over me."
Canary's stomach tightened. He hadn't expected the conversation to shift to their past so quickly.
He'd hoped it was behind them, but it was clear that Camilla wasn't quite over it.
"Camilla, that was a long time ago," he said, his voice softer now. "I never meant to hurt you."
She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You didn't have to, Canary. You just did. You always have, with everyone you've ever been with. You think I've forgotten how you picked Bianca? How you left me for her? You're still the same man."
Canary's jaw tightened, but he stayed calm. "I didn't come here to reopen old wounds, Camilla. I'm here to work. And I expect the same from you."
Her eyes flickered with a flash of something—anger, frustration, maybe even sadness—but she masked it quickly, her posture straightening.
"Fine," she said, her voice suddenly cold. "I'll keep my personal feelings out of this, Canary. But don't think I've forgotten."
She turned away and walked toward the elevator.
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