The following morning, Mr. Thompson arrived with the signed cheque, the culmination of our negotiations. As I glanced at the figures, a wave of relief flooded over me.
Taking the cheque, I passed it to my father with a heartfelt sentiment. "You and Mom deserve this," I insisted.
He attempted to decline, but I pressed on. "Please, you both built this company from the ground up. This is the fruit of your labor. And I'm deeply sorry for everything I put you through."
"It's alright, my dear. I forgave you long ago," he assured me, his tone gentle and understanding.
My father said he had a newfound interest in the earth, he loved the land and it loved him and he wanted to invest in Antonio's winery and the rest of the money would be put in a trust for Mason and the baby.
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