"Good. Since my granddaughter-in-law has such integrity, I'll give you something else." He leaned back, tapping his cane. "As a Gilbert, you should hold a stake in the company. There's a board meeting at the end of the month. Prepare yourself. When the time comes, I'll cast my vote for you."
My expression stayed calm—neither servile nor arrogant. "I won't disappoint you."
He reached out and patted my shoulder, his grip heavy. "Support Jesse well. He's been foolish lately, blinded by… distractions. But in his heart, he still cares for you."
Cares for me? I almost scoffed. No matter how many lines Jesse crossed, to Patrick, he was still the golden boy, the sole heir.
"He is my husband," I said, nodding obediently. "Standing by him is my duty."
Inheriting everything he owns is also my duty.
The moment the banquet ended and the guests dispersed, the atmosphere shifted. Jesse cornered me in the hallway, slamming his palm against the wall by my head. His face was thunderous.
"You really put on quite a show, didn't you?"
I looked up at him, feigning confusion. "What do you mean?"