As she spoke, she pulled several thick folders from her handbag.
They were equity transfer agreements for some of Henson Corp's most profitable and strategically vital commercial ventures.
Matriarch Farley's expression shifted. She stood up immediately.
"Mrs. Henson, what are you doing? Please, sit down. This is a matter between the children. There's no need to go this far..."
"When a granddaughter makes a mess, the grandmother cleans it up."
My grandmother's tone was iron. She pushed the documents forward.
"Please accept these, Matriarch Farley. Consider it a way to let both our family and yours save face."
The conservatory fell silent again.
I clutched my shin, wincing, but didn't dare make a sound.
I knew my grandmother's temperament. She understood the way the world worked better than anyone. If she was doing this, she had her reasons.
After a long pause, Matriarch Farley finally sighed.
She helped my grandmother into a seat, and with a subtle gesture, signaled her secretary to collect the documents.
"Mrs. Henson, you're being far too generous. I've never blamed Rose."
Matriarch Farley turned to me, her gaze unreadable.