“You are leaving your family company to run someone else’s company? That’s madness.” I drop my head. “I can’t let you do this,” he stammers. “I’m going to run my sons’ company . . . for them. I can build it back up so that by the time they are old enough to take it over, it will be booming.” His eyes hold mine, and he gives me a slow smile. “You’re a good man, Tristan.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses my cheek.
He really is a good man
