Chapter 14
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Meanwhile, Roger was furious. He had a rough night and released his anger by destroying everything in his path. And, to worsen his mood, he noticed that his morning was very different from others because neither his clothes for the day nor his breakfast were as usual… realizing that maybe Deborah wasn’t as useless as he thought she was a good homemaker.
“Ugh… argh… why does everything have to be so complicated?” he complained, massaging his forehead after ending the call with Sophia. He truly wasn’t in the mood, and hearing his beloved yell at him only made his headache worse.
“Um… Roger,” Fabian called him nervously.
“What’s wrong?” Roger asked.
“Well, I took care of that folder you gave me!”
‘And?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Unfortunately, it’s legal, and we can’t stop it or make it disappear because the
lawyer she hired moved quickly, and it’s already been filed.”
“WHAT?!” Roger exclaimed, standing up. “And how the hell did she hire such a good lawyer? I made sure she never had extra money to save.”
“Well, I have no idea.”
“Tch… what’s the name of that guy?”
“The lawyer’s name is Christian Collins.”
“That name doesn’t ring a bell… tch… it seems the mute isn’t as innocent as I thought. She must have gotten involved with that guy to have him do her this favor of representing her.”
Fabian remained silent, doubting that was true.
“Well, I don’t care, make that lawsuit disappear, and have someone look for her.
Once they’ve found her, force her to return to the apartment,” he ordered furiously.
“Who needs to come back?” Isabelle entered his office.
“Hello, Mom.”
“Son,” she said, approaching to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. “How are you?”
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“Bad, Mom.”
“Why, son? Oh… don’t tell me that mute is causing you trouble again.”
“Yes…”
“Do you want me to scold her?” Isabelle asked, trying to sound understanding.
“I would love that, Mom, but she left.”
“What?! How dare she do that? That ingrate”
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me, considering what a jerk your son has been to her,”
said a brown–haired teenager entering the office followed by an older man who looked much like him.
“Elliot, don’t speak ill of your older brother,” Isabelle scolded the teenager. She hated when her second son spoke to his brother like that.
“I haven’t heard my son speak any lies,” the older man said, standing next to his
younger son.
“George, you know I don’t like my sons fighting,” Isabelle declared, frowning,
“Well, they’ll always fight because their mother tends to compare them and show her favoritism in public,” George replied, frowning.
Fabian tried to discreetly leave to not get caught in the family drama.
“Stop arguing,” Roger said, glaring at his little brother before turning to his father.” And what brings you here?”
“Dad asked me to accompany him because he says I should start coming to the company to familiarize myself with its functions,” Elliot said, smiling.
“Meaning my baby is going to start working with a great jewelry artisan?” Isabelle asked excitedly, as she had secretly seen her son’s drawings and they were very good.
“Yes, if Dad lets me spend my free time at the workshops, yes… but I think that
might have to wait since now I’ll be busy helping him with his work.”
“What? What are you talking about, son? Your father is retired, and…” Isabelle began.
“I’m going to resume the presidency of the company until Elliot comes of age to take over,” George declared, noticing his wife’s look of horror.
“What?! But… honey, what are you talking about? Why are you telling Elliot lies?
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Roger is the current president of the company, and…” Isabelle was shocked because she knew nothing about it, and it also meant that her favorite son was being exiled from the family.
“Dad, you can’t do this to me,” Roger complained.
“A while ago, one of my friends told me that Deborah has already filed for divorce,” George said, looking his son in the eyes, who seemed nervous. “And the only thing I regret is that it took her three years to ask you for it.”
“George, why are you taking that woman’s side instead of your son’s?” Isabelle asked.
“You surprise me, Isabelle,” George began, shifting his gaze to her. “As a woman, you should have helped your daughter–in–law, but instead, you supported your son in his affairs with that so–called model,” he said, glaring at his wife. “And did your son tell you that he got that woman pregnant?”
“What…?” Now she turned to her son.
“Dad, I haven’t told her that yet because I wanted it to be a surprise.”
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