Chapter 142
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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was
a new day, but the remnants ofst night’s escapade weighed
heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects. of the alcohol that
had fueled my
behavior.
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As I reluctantly climbed out of bed, I couldn’t help but cringe at the memories of the previous night.
Singing a love song on stage, embarrassing myself in front of a crowd–it was all so unlike me. But
then again, nothing about my lifetely had been typical.
I nced at the clock and realized that I was runningte for my meeting with Scarlett at the estate.
I hurriedly dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, attempting to conceal the remnants of my
hangover.
The drive to the estate was quiet and reflective, the scenery passing by in a blur. I couldn’t help but
mull over the events of the past few weeks–the legal battle with Ste, Timothy’s engagement, and
my own tangled emotions.
When I arrived at the estate, I expected to find Scarlett waiting for me, ready to dive into our
strategy for the uingwsuit. But to my surprise, it was Timothy who greeted me at the door,
his expression somber and his demeanor more serious than I had ever seen him.
“Timothy,” I stammered, taken aback by his presence. “What are you doing here?”
He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Ste had some errands to run, so I offered
to step in and discuss things with you and Scarlett.”
I blinked, my mind struggling to process this new development. Timothy, the same man who had
once been my confidant and friend, was now fullymitted. to supporting Ste. The realization
hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling disoriented and unsettled.
Scarlett arrived a few momentster, her expression one of mild annoyance. “Typical Ste, always
keeping us waiting.”
The Fitzgerald estate sprawled before us, its grandeur and history evident in every meticulously
crafted detail. It was a ce of opulence and elegance, a symbol of a bygone era, and today, it was
the epicenter of our legal battle.
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We walked along the cobblestone path that led to the front entrance, the grandeur of the estate
looming over us like a silent sentinel. The morning sun bathed the property in a warm, golden light,
but the atmosphere was far from serene. It was a battleground, and the stakes were high.
Timothy, his expression serious, attempted to negotiate certain assets of the estate, hoping to reach
apromise that would satisfy all parties involved. But Scarlett and I were resolute in our stance–
the entire estate had been designated to go to her, while Ste had retained ownership of the
smaller property.
Scarlett turned to Timothy, her voice unwavering. “This estate holds immense. sentimental value for
me, Timothy. I won’t let my sister snatch it away like she has with everything else.”
Timothy looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s so special about this ce, Scarlett? It’s just a piece
of property.”
Scarlett’s eyes zed with fury, and she took a step closer to Timothy. “It’s not just a piece of
property, Timothy. It’s a piece of our history, a legacy that I refuse to let them take from me.”
“Who’s ‘they‘ exactly?” Timothy questioned.
“Your fiancé and brother!” Scarlett snapped. “Don’t you pay attention to the people around you?”
Timothy turned his gaze toward me. “Why would Andy be concerned with all of this?”
His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of suspicion and uncertainty. Timothy’s concern
was evident, and it was clear that he was desperate for answers.
I hesitated, torn between sharing my suspicions and keeping them to myself. The mere thought of
exposing what could potentially be something innocent between Andy and Ste felt like grasping at
straws, and I didn’t want to give Timothy false information without solid evidence. This could also
cause conflict with Timothy and Ste, whichplicated things with a baby involved.
“Timothy, I can’t say for certain,” I replied cautiously. “It’s possible that Andy has his own reasons,
but I wouldn’t want to make any assumptions.”
Timothy’s frustration was evident, and he ran a hand through his hair in
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exasperation. “I just don’t understand why they’re so adamant about this estate. My family could
pay a pretty penny for it, and it would benefit everyone.”
I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him then. “Since when did you be a businessman,
Timothy?”
He signed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m just doing what’s necessary, Evie.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Timothy’s words than met the eye. His demeanor
had shifted, and I couldn’t help but question his integrity in this legal battle.
“Is this really what you want, Timothy?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “To fight over
property and assets? Is this the person you’ve be?”
Timothy appeared conflicted, his gaze fixed on me as if searching for answers. “Look, I’ll see what I
can do about this, but I can’t promise anything,” he finally said, his voice filled with uncertainty,
before turning and walking away.
We watched him go before Scarlett turned to me, her expression resolute. “Evie, I don’t want to
negotiate with Ste over this estate. We need more information, and that means you have to get
closer to Andy.”
I grimaced at the thought of seeing Andy again. One time around the Hayes family was enough to
send me spiraling. But then I recalled the substantial sum Scarlett had already paid me, with the
promise of more toe if our case was sessful.
As much as it pained me to proceed, I couldn’t afford not to.
Reluctantly, I nodded. “I’ll try to get more information from Andy.”
Scarlett ced a reassuring hand on my shoulder, her eyes glittering. “We have to do whatever it
takes, Evie. This is for your sake as well.”
As I watched Scarlett, her resolve unwavering, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of duty and
determination rise within me. She was right. I had promised never to let my own fears cloud my
sense of justice.
As I drove away from the Fitzgerald estate, I couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that had settled in
the pit of my stomach. Timothy had appeared hesitant during our negotiations, hismitment to
Ste and the estate not as resolute as I had expected. It was as if he were going through the
motions, ying a part he wasn’t fully invested in.
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The doubts gnawed at me, and I couldn’t help but question the authenticity of Timothy’s intentions.
Had he truly embraced the role of a father and future. husband, or was there more to his actions
than I’d initially believed?
I thought back to the time we had spent together, the adventures we had shared, and the bond that
had once connected us. The memory of our hiking trip, the moments of vulnerability we had shared,
weighed heavily on my mind. And yet, here he was, entangled in a legal battle over property and
assets, a far cry from the person I had known.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger and frustration. The Timothy I had once known had been
passionate and spontaneous, unburdened by the constraints of societal expectations and family
obligations. And now, he seemed to have lost. himself in a world of responsibility and duty.
As I pulled into my driveway and parked the car, the silence of the night enveloped me. The events
of the day had left me feeling disconnected and adrift, as if I were navigating uncharted waters.
Part of me also wondered what coulde out of this if we did seed. I could ruin two families all
in one go.
And I could potentially ruin Timothy too.
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