Chapter 122
TIMOTHY’S POV
The small town at the edge of the city was a stark contrast to the opulence and extravagance he
had grown ustomed to. Here, the houses were modest, and the streets were lined with trees
that rustled gently in the breeze. It was a ce where time seemed to move a little slower, and the
worries of the world faded away.
Timothy parked his car in front of a quaint, single–story home that had seen better days. The paint
on the exterior was peeling, and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers. It was his mother,
Lydia’s, sanctuary, a ce of simplicity and sce.
He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and longing, before he got out of the
car and walked up to the front door. It had been a while since he had visited, and he knew that his
absence had not gone unnoticed.
As he entered the home, the smell of home–cooked food wafted through the air, aforting
reminder of the warmth and love that had always surrounded him when he lived there. His mother,
a frail but determined woman, was in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove.
She turned at the sound of the door opening, her face lighting up with surprise. and delight.
“Timothy,” she eximed, wiping her hands on her hurrying over to embrace him. “It’s been too
long, my dear.”
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Timothy returned the hug, feeling a pang of guilt for not having visited sooner. “I’m sorry, Mom. It’s
just… things have been so crazytely. I’ve had to deal with some… interesting people, and I didn’t
want them to find out where you live.”
Lydia’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Like stalkers? Timothy, you shouldn’t have to deal
with that. Are you okay?”
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Timothy nodded, trying to put on a brave front. “I’m fine, Mom. I have security measures in ce,
and I’m taking precautions. But it’s just been a lot to handle.”
His mother’s eyes filled with a mixture of pride and worry as she looked at her son. “You’ve always
been so strong, my dear, but you don’t have to face these troubles. alone. You have me.”
Timothy smiled, touched by her words. “I know, Mom. And I appreciate it more than you’ll ever
know.”
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As they sat down at the small dining table, Timothy couldn’t help but wonder about his mother’s
decision to stay in this modest home on the outskirts of town. His father, a wealthy businessman,
had recently purchased a grand mansion in the city, and Timothy had assumed that his mother
would move in with him.
“Mom,” Timothy began tentatively, “why haven’t you gone to live with Dad in his new ce? You
wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of this ce, and you’d have all theforts you
deserve.”
His mother’s expression grew somber, and she sighed deeply. “Timothy, I appreciate your concern,
but I can’t bear to be in that house. Your father’s be consumed by his status and possessions,
and it’s a life I want no part of.”
Timothy listened carefully, his heart heavy with sadness for his mother. “I didn’t realize things had
changed so much. I’m sorry, Mom.”
She reached out and took his hand, her grip surprisingly strong. “It’s not your fault, my dear. We all
have our own paths to follow. I prefer a quiet life, away from the glitz and mour, while I can still
live it.”
Timothy nodded, understanding his mother’s perspective. It was a sentiment he could appreciate,
especially in light of the chaos and turmoil that had be his own life. He had once thought that
wealth and fame would offer him happiness, but now all he desired was something more modest.
However, whenever he pictured modesty, he saw, not a starlet by his side, but Evie. In the heat of
the moment, he had assumed the worst about her. For her, that might have been the nail in the
coffin in terms of her faith in him.
As they sat together, sharing a meal and catching up on each other’s lives, Timothy couldn’t help
but feel a sense of sce in his mother’s presence. In the midst of uncertainty, he knew that he had
a refuge in this humble home, a ce where he catch a break from the demands of his fame.
As his mother got up from the dining table to collect their dishes, Timothy couldn’t help but notice
that she looked more worn out than usual. Her frailty had always been a source of concern for him,
and he had often tried to shield her from the troubles and stresses that came with his fame.
“Mom,” Timothy began tentatively, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be stressing you out with my issues.”
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Lydia smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth. “You don’t have to apologize, Timothy. I may be
getting older, but I’m still your mother. I’ve seen all the scandals. and troubles you’ve been through,
and it breaks my heart to see you so burdened.”
Timothy felt his throat tighten, knowing that his mother knew about what the media was saying, or
that she’d likely seen him with Ste. “I know, Mom. It’s just… I never imagined my life would turn
out like this.”
His mother came over and ced a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You’re too young to be so
stressed, my dear. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges our way, but I know you’ll find
a way through this.”
Timothy appreciated his mother’s words of encouragement, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that
he was letting her down. He had always wanted to make his family proud, and now he felt like he
was falling short on both sides.
As they continued to talk, Timothy found sce in his mother’s presence. She had a way of making
everything feel a little less overwhelming, a little more manageable. But he couldn’t stay forever.
The demands of his life were calling him. back, and he could see her growing more fatigued.
By noon, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and promised to visit again. Once he’d helped her into
her bed so she could nap, Timothy left his mother’s home. He stepped out into the quiet street and
drew in a deep breath.
He needed a moment to collect his thoughts, to process the conversation he had just had with his
mother.
But then, as if on cue, he saw his brother’s expensive looking vehicle pull up into the driveway. He
watched silently as Andy stepped out of the car and removed his sunsses before sneering at
Timothy.
“Hey,” Timothy greeted him, his tone even. “I was just visiting Mom.”
Andy nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Oh, Lydia. Guess the olddy’s still kicking, huh?”
Timothy bristled. “She’s alive and well, yes.”
Andy flicked away an imaginary piece of lint, clearly losing interest. He gave Timothy a look that
solidified how he felt. They’d bothe from the same ce, yet Andy felt the need to put himself
above the woman who’d chosen to be his
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“I take it that you’re not here to see her,” Timothy said tly. He shoved his hands. in his pockets as
Andy snickered.
“She’s your mother, Timothy,” Andy began, “Not mine.”
Timothy kissed his teeth. “Ungrateful bastard.”
As always, Andy brushed it off with augh. He swept his bangs out of his eyes before wiping the
smirk off of his face. His tone suddenly became more business-
like.
“Anyways, Dad said that he would like to speak with you. He had to get me toe find you since
you’ve been ignoring his calls.”
“For good reason,” Timothy mumbled..
“Regardless,” Andy continued, “It’s important. I’d get down to his office soon, if I were you.”
Timothy leered at him as he turned around, not even giving him time to turn down the invitation. He
supposed that his brother had no control over his father any more than he did. Then again, Andy
had always fit his father’s mold perfectly.
Andy started his car and gave Timothy a small wave before peeling out of the driveway and
speeding off. Timothy stood there for a moment, hand suspended in
the air.
After thest encounter with his father, he feared only the worst woulde out
of this…
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