"Grace, how about you just quit the textile factory? You can come work where I do. I'll pull some strings and get you a position," Nolan Winslow said, his voice laced with concern.
Grace Winslow was taken aback for a moment, but then she understood his concern.
She smiled and replied, "Nolan, it's not like we're the ones in the wrong. Why should we be the ones to leave?"
"Even if someone has to go, it should be Ivy White and Caleb Forrest. If I actually left, it would only make them think I'm admitting guilt."
Although Nolan Winslow understood her reasoning, he couldn't hide his worry.
"Don't worry, Nolan," Brandon Winslow said, patting his brother's shoulder. "You're forgetting—Ms. Callahan, the head of the Finance Department, is a relative of your wife. We can just ask her to put in a good word and keep an eye on Grace."
Gregory Winslow, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up slowly. "If you really run into trouble, just go find Mr. Osborne."
