Series 40
Edith continued, “I heard the Thomas family has just purchased some land for a project about resort development?”
Wren fixed Edith with a steady look. “Mom, where are you going with this?”
Edith smiled at Wren. “You know, the Thomas family is seeking business partners for the new venture. Maybe our family could be their business partner?”
Wren maintained her composure. “I prefer not to get involved in the Thomas family’s business dealings.”
Edith said, “I’m not suggesting you meddle, just that you could mention it to your godfather. He’d likely listen to your suggestion.”
Wren suddenly scoffed, “Is this coming from Dad? Did he ask you to talk to me about this?”
“Um…” Edith hesitated before Wren cut her off, saying, “Tell him I won’t mention the matter to Mr. Thomas. If Dad is really interested in partnering with the Thomas family, he should approach them directly instead of trying to use me.”
Edith’s face fell slightly. “Wren, you—”
But Wren interjected again, “Mom, let’s not discuss this further, please.”
Wren then added more softly, “Can we focus on enjoying our meal together in peace?”
Edith was about to say something but eventually chose to remain silent.
After the meal, as Wren loaded the dishwasher, her phone rang.
It was Oscar calling.
“Hello, Oscar,” Wren said.
“Wren, do you have a moment?” Oscar inquired.
“Just finished lunch. What’s going on? Anything you need?” Wren replied.
Oscar said, “I was wondering if you could bring some homemade food to Alexander at his office?”
He sighed and continued, “You don’t know how it has been these past three years. Ever since you left, no one has cared about whether he eats or not. Alexander neglects his meals when he is buried at work, and his stomach problems have gotten worse. I’d appreciate it if you could help me this time.”
Wren’s eyes flickered slightly, and she responded, “How about I order him some quality takeout instead?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Oscar spoke again, his voice filled with resignation. “That won’t work, Wren. He’s too picky. He won’t touch takeout. Don’t worry. If you are too busy to do that, I’ll handle it myself.”
