Back then, giving me any kind of advantage never once crossed his mind.
I let out a quiet laugh and handed him the files.
"Fine."
I hoped June Fox could handle them.
I turned to leave and nearly ran into Patrick's assistant, who was coming in with documents. She froze when she saw me.
"Mrs. Harding, why are you leav—"
"I just had a miscarriage. My health isn't great. I'm here to hand off some work."
I cut her off before she could finish.
Patrick's gaze sharpened. He'd caught the start of the assistant's question and was about to press further.
The assistant looked apologetic. "Oh, you really should rest properly then. Mr. Harding is so good to you, always worried you'll overwork yourself."
I smiled. "He is."
Patrick watched me, and only when he saw nothing out of the ordinary did the tension leave his face.
I walked out without looking back.
When I got home, June was lounging on the couch eating fruit. The moment she saw me, she sauntered over with a smirk.
"Hey, sis. See? Patrick's willing to give me anything I want."