It was signed by Garry Clark, Waldo’s second son.

Lucia noticed Waldo holding a card with a look of hesitation and inquired, “Whose gift is that?”

Both Stella and Matthew observed Waldo attentively.

The unexpected arrival of the gift had raised their concerns about potential complications.

After a brief moment, Waldo tucked the card away.

His expression eased as he looked up again.

With a smile, he reassured them, “It’s from an old friend I haven’t been in touch with for a while.

Let’s get back to the cake cutting.

Relieved by his response, Lucia’s tension faded.

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She resumed the birthday ritual, making a ceremonial slice in the cake before passing the knife to a waiter, who continued to serve slices to the guests.

As everyone settled back into their seat, Waldo’s demeanor grew more reserved.

The card had clearly stirred something within him, leaving him pensive and distant.

Waldo’s thoughts were on his younger son, Garry Clark, a source of both pride and frustration.

had inherited the best attributes from both his parents—his charm and good looks

path of

empire, had little time to guide Garry, hoping it was just a phase of youthful

to the hope that Garry would eventually mature and take

this leniency only encouraged Garry’s reckless behavior, even involving

a mafia boss, leading to

only grasped the full extent of his son’s misadventures upon

remorse, he realized

period marked the bleakest in Waldo’s life, a time shrouded in

was then that both he and Lucia began to find their way back to

to have been Garry’s mistresses, approached the Clark family, seeking

however, refused to meet

the coincidences and, selfishly, he was unwilling

believed it would tarnish the Clark family’s lineage, a

interrupted as

over twenty years since Garry’s death, and these years, no

received tonight

from the woman he recently

speculation but maintaining a composed exterior,

sensed that something was off

time to inquire, he decided to wait until

engaging in conversations with

wound down smoothly,

the older guests began to depart, the

man playing snooker?

skilled! How come I’ve

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