Chapter 97

“Yeah, we’re having some lighting issues,” I explained as Lindey approached the scaffolding where Hayden worked.

“That technician isn’t even wearing a safety harness. That’s incredibly dangerous—safety should always come first,” Lindey remarked, effortlessly assuming her role as the RiverwaveCorp chairman’s wife. Hayden had been wearing a harness earlier but removed it after descending. He’d only climbed back up for a quick fix.

“Noted. We’ll keep that in mind,” I replied, then called to Hayden, “What are you doing up there without a harness? Get down now.”

Surprisingly, Hayden didn't argue, immediately climbing down. “My bad. I’ll be more careful,” he admitted. His apologetic tone made me feel I’d been too harsh.

Lindey turned to him. “Safety isn't just a rule—it's self-preservation. You have a responsibility to care for yourself. Only by valuing yourself can you truly care for others.”

Lindey, though no longer actively running the company, still dispensed considerable wisdom. Yet, her words felt off to me.

“Yes, Mrs. Johnston,” Hayden replied politely.

“You all worked hard this morning, so I brought lunch,” Lindey said, her voice softening. “Go ahead and eat.”

Hayden thanked her and went to get food. As he left, Lindey observed, “He seems like a strong, capable young man.” Her words held a subtle condescension, dismissing Hayden as merely a blue-collar worker. Jace’s earlier disdain echoed in her tone. Lindey's visit, I realized, was likely prompted by something Jace had said. She'd come to assess Hayden herself.

“He’s the lighting engineer,” I clarified. “He’s in charge of the entire lighting setup for this project.”

Lindey, accustomed to higher social circles, offered a faint, dismissive smile. “You must be hungry. Let’s go to the office and eat while we chat,” she suggested gently.

“Alright,” I agreed.

By the time we reached the office, the chauffeur had arranged the food. The dishes were exquisite—and, unsurprisingly, all my favorites. This was certainly not the same food Demi and the others were eating.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound grateful.

“If you’d just come home, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble,” Lindey said, gesturing for me to sit. “Hurry and eat before it gets cold.”

I needed no further urging.

“Slow down,” Lindey chuckled, noticing my speed.

“It’s just so good,” I replied, mirroring her light tone. It was true; after years with the Johnstons, I was accustomed to this treatment. It pleased everyone, so why not comply?

“Rea, is it really over between you and Jace?” Lindey asked, her tone turning serious.

I paused, mid-bite, and nodded.

Lindey sighed. “Then it’s his loss, and ours too—Matthew and I.”

“It’s really my loss,” I admitted, sadness washing over me. I valued their kindness. While not particularly attached to Jace, leaving those who’d been so good to me was difficult.

“Well, there’s no use forcing things. If your mind is made up, I won’t push,” Lindey said, relieving my unspoken anxiety about pressure.

As I sipped my cream soup, she added, “Even though you and Jace aren’t together, I still hope you’ll find someone good.”

My grip tightened on my spoon. Wayne's words from last night sent a chill down my spine. Was she about to suggest him?

“I’m not looking for anyone right now,” I said quickly, cutting her off.