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"You know what, Grandma? You're right. I should have let her speak. I'll give her another chance to apologize and make amends. But if she's calling to play games or manipulate me, she'll be disappointed. I'm not the same man she knew, and I won't be taken advantage of again."

Grandma Creston smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "That's my boy, Bryan. You're a grown man now, and it's time to put the past behind you. Let Alicia speak, and then you can decide whether to forgive her or not. But remember, forgiveness is for you, not for her. It's time to heal and move on."

"I think we should rather focus on President Asher for now. I can talk when we get back," Bryan said, his mind already shifting gears to the pressing matter at hand.

"We're already at the hospital, sir," the driver announced, and they were surprised to realize they had driven so far, engrossed in their conversation.

"Oh, thanks!" Bryan exclaimed, as they prepared to exit the car. The guards rushed to open the door for th