“Well, if you want my advice, you’ll stay away from Colin Dwyer. There’s no telling how he’ll react to the news that he’s rejected his very valuable grandson in favor of that worthless scum, Sean. It might be best to just let things stay the way they are.”
“Maybe. I’ll have to think about it. Honestly, I have no idea what I should do.”
“Well, then I suggest that you get away from here. Go do something normal for a change.”
Before he could answer, a knock sounded at the door, and Marie entered, carrying a tray. “Here is the tea you asked for, Miss Vera. No biscotti, but I brought some vanilla shortbread.” She set the tray down on the table between Evan and Vera. Stepping back, she cast a cautious glance at Evan as if checking for danger. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Thank you, Marie. We’re fine.” Vera picked a shortbread cookie from the tray and took a bite. Humming appreciatively, she poured a cup of tea and offered it to Evan. He shook his head in refusal.