The man put down his teacup and looked at Nancy Nash. "You... did you really think I don't know what's on your mind? Just focus on being Mrs. Valerius. Put away those petty schemes and stay out of things that don't concern you."
Although Jameson Valerius was chiding Nancy Nash, his words carried a hint of affection. After all, she was the wife he had married late in life, and he had done so because he genuinely cared for her. But liking her was one thing. He didn't mind providing for her, spoiling her, or indulging her in any way, as long as she didn't interfere too much, try to second-guess him, or even attempt to sway his thoughts and decisions.
Nancy Nash, of course, knew where Jameson Valerius drew the line. Hearing him say this, she knew to stop while she was ahead.
When Timothy Sterling and the others returned to the Sterling residence, the Great-Granduncle and his party had not yet arrived.
