But Mr. Blythes, after basking in the happiness for a moment, suddenly had a troubling thought. His expression shifted as he looked at Kisha with a hint of suspicion.
"You're not just dismissing us under the guise of giving us a choice, are you?" he asked cautiously. "This isn't some roundabout way of firing or demoting us now that we've served our purpose, right?"
Kisha's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "Truly a businessman, aren't we, Mr. Blythes?"
She wasn't offended by his blunt question, even though his tone carried a hint of rudeness. Kisha understood—he was simply looking out for his family's best interests.
Now, even his wife and daughter were eyeing Kisha with wariness. Observing them closely, she noticed the sunburn on their once smooth, fair skin. The Blythes' only daughter, who used to have a delicate complexion, was now tanned, her skin slightly reddish with faint freckles scattered across her face.
