Chapter 115
Chapter 115
TIMOTHY POV
Timothy sat at the ornate dining table, his eyes drifting around the opulent room. The transformation of his family’s financial
situation was nothing short of
miraculous. They had gone from struggling with poverty to dining in a mansion that seemed to scream of excess and luxury.
Timothy, though still reluctant to be there, couldn’t help but be curious about how his father, Kamran, had managed to amass
such wealth after years of struggling with finances. Thevish surroundings, the expensive artwork adorning the walls, and the
extravagant meal were all in stark contrast to the modest life they had led when Timothy was a child.
Kamran had always been a hardworking man, but their previous financial struggles had left deep scars. The fact that that any
money issues just evaporated for them. left Timothy slightly stunned.
The family dinner, however, was far from elegant. Sitting across from him, his older brother, Andy, couldn’t resist the opportunity
to make snidements. He hadn’t even known Andy would show up, and the night would have been slightly more tolerable if
he hadn''t.
“Remember when you used to y hockey, little brother?” Andy said with a condescending smile. “Unless you''re still doing that?”
Timothy''s jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath, trying to keep hisposure. He had heard these jabs from Andy before,
but they never failed to sting.
He responded with a controlled tone, “I still y.”
Kamran, who had been mostly silent during the exchange, finally chimed in, his disapproval evident. “Your mother, the poor
woman, always encouraged that silly. hobby. Look where it got us.”
The mention of his mother, Lydia, who had been battling cancer for years, struck a nerve in Timothy. He had shared a special
bond with his mother, who had always. believed in him and his love for hockey. It had been her unwavering support that had
fueled his determination to seed.
Timothy kept his voice leveled as he spoke, “My ‘silly’ hobby kept food on the table
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and a roof over our heads, Dad. Don’t forget that.”
“Timothy,” Kamran began, his tone t, “you can’t hold on to your little fantasies. forever. Therees a time when you need to
get serious about life.”
Timothy''s jaw clenched at the implication. He had dedicated years of his life to the sport he loved, and he’d nearly lost it all in the
past couple of months. Kamran perceiving that as a hobby was still daunting to him.
He cleared his throat, speaking with a firm resolve. “Dad, | appreciate your offer, but you know how much hockey means to me.
It''s not just a game; it’s a part of who | am.”
Kamran’s gaze bore into his son, a mixture of disappointment and frustration in his eyes. “Timothy, you have a future here, within
the familypany. My offer still stands. You could have stability, security.”
But Timothy wasn’t ready to let go of his dreams. The roaring crowds, the feeling of the ice beneath his skates, and the
camaraderie with his teammates were still fresh in his mind. Not to mention, Evie’s determination granted him the ability to
continue.
“Dad, it’s my passion,” Timothy stated. “Not some boring office job.”
Across the table, Andy couldn’t resist taking a dig at Timothy’s expense. As always. “Yeah, Timmy, you''re really throwing your life
away to wave a puck around on the
ice.
The anger surged within Timothy, his fists clenching involuntarily beneath the table. He had faced skepticism and criticism
throughout his hockey career, but it hurt most when it came from his own family.
“| didn’t throw my life away, Andy,” Timothy retorted, his voice tight with frustration. “Hockey has taught me discipline, teamwork,
and perseverance. It’s given me a purpose.”
Andy, however, was undeterred. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk ying on his lips. “Well, what''s it given you now, huh? A
bunch of dumb scandals and jerseys?”
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Timothy''s anger red, and he felt the urge to lunge at his brother, but he knew that arguing at the dinner table would only
escte the situation further. He took a
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deep breath, trying to regain hisposure.
“| may not work in a suit like you,” Timothy began, gritting his teeth, “but that doesn’t make what | do any less important. People
travel miles just to watch what |
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Ste had been mostly silent throughout the meal, but now she leaned in, her tone gentle yet persuasive. “Timothy, maybe it’s
time to consider your father’s offer. You could still find sess and stability within thepany.”
Timothy''s patience had worn thin, and Ste’s suggestion felt like another p to the face. He couldn’t bear the thought of giving
up on his dreams, especially not
for them.
Suddenly she leaned in, a yful smile on her face. “You know, Timothy,” she said. sweetly, “maybe a baby would help you settle
down and see things differently.”
Timothy''s temper red at her suggestion. “Don’t even entertain that thought, Ste,” he snapped, pushing his te away.
He abruptly stood up from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the
dining room, if only for a moment. As he stormed
His family’s disapproving gazes and loud protests followed him as he stormed out of the dining room and walked out into the cool
night air. There was a small sense of relief as he stepped onto the mansion’s expansive porch. Their harsh jabs bounced around
in his head, obscuring his own thoughts.
As he gazed out into the darkness, Timothy couldn''t help but wonder if there was a way to reconcile his love for hockey with the
expectations of his family. His mother may have been proud of his sess, but perhaps the conflict from that had thrown a
bigger rift in their family?
Even if Timothy made the sacrifice for his father, would he be less of an outcast?
As he paced back and forth by his car in the driveway, the door to the mansion. swung open, and Ste hurried out, her high
heels clicking on the pavement.
“Timothy, wait!” Ste called out, her tone a mix of frustration and desperation. “Dinner isn’t over.”
Timothy had no intention of returning to the stifling atmosphere inside. He
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turned to face her, his anger still smoldering. “I’m leaving, Ste.”
Ste’s eyes widened in panic. She stepped closer to him, her voice pleading. “You can’t just leave me here, Timothy! You''re my
ride.”
Timothy scoffed, his irritation growing. “What difference does it make to you? You can find your own way home.”
But Ste was not about to let him walk away so easily. She took a step closer, her voice firm. “You need to go back in there and
ept your father’s offer. It’s the right thing to do.”
Timothy''s patience had reached its breaking point. He had already been bombarded with his family’s expectations and
judgments, and now Ste was adding to the pressure. “What do you know about what''s right for me, Ste?” he snapped.
Ste’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “You''re making a big mistake, Timothy. You don’t know what you''re doing.”
Timothy''s eyes
bore into her. “Sure. Are you getting in, or what?”Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Ste’s face flushed crimson with indignation. She clenched her jaw, her eyes. narrowing at him. Finally, with an exasperated
sigh, she stormed over and slid into the passenger seat.
The engine roared to life, and Timothy peeled out of the mansion’s driveway, tires screeching in protest.
As the car sped away from the mansion, Ste continued to berate him. “You''re throwing away everything, Timothy. Your family,
your future, all because of some misguided notion of freedom.”
Timothy''s grip
life, and | won the steering wheel tightened. “It''s not misguided, Ste. It''s my
life, and | won''t let them control it any longer.”
Ste’s voice grew even angrier, her words like a verbal assault. “You could start earning millions, Timothy. Joining your father’s
business could cement your
sess.”
Timothy''s knuckles turned white as he fought to maintain control of the car. “I don’t want their business, Ste. | want my own
dreams.”
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As the heated argument escted, Timothy’s attention wavered for a split second. It was all Ste needed. With a sudden burst
of determination, she lunged for the steering wheel, her hands grappling for control. The car swerved violently, tires screeching
as it spun out of control.
“Ste, what the hell are you doing?!” Timothy shouted in panic, struggling to regain control of the vehicle.
But Ste was resolute, her fingers locked onto the wheel. “You need to go back and ept the deal, Timothy! You''re being
stupid.”
Timothy''s heart pounded in his chest as he wrestled with Ste for control of the car. The wheels churned up dirt and grass as
the vehicle veered dangerously off the road, heading straight for a deep ditch.
With a final, desperate effort, Timothy managed to wrench the wheel away from Ste’s grip, but it was toote. The car
careened off the road, crashing through the underbrush and plummeting into the ditch with a deafening crunch.
The impact sent both Timothy and Ste jolting forward, their seatbelts straining against the force of the collision. The world
seemed to spin around them as smoke and dust filled the air.
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