ent to have a heart-to-heart with him. But it seems I couldnât keep it hidden.
I didnât want to get involved. But, considering Timothyâs health, I took the elevator with the divorce agreement.
The elevator went straight to the executive floor, where I could faintly hear shouts from the CEOâs office.
Everyone knew about Bryantâs temper, and with Kevin guarding the door, they all kept to themselves, working diligently to avoid getting in the crossfire.
âDirector Webster!â Seeing me approach, Kevin whispered as if he had seen a lifeline, âYouâre finally here. Please, go in and talk some sense into Mr. Timothy.â
âOkay.â I nodded, about to push the door open, when I heard Bryantâs cold, frustrated voice.
âGrandpa, what more do you want from me? You asked me to marry her, and I did. You asked me to treat her well. And now, the whole world knows Iâve done so. You wanted me to transfer Momâs shares to her, and I didnât hesitate. Havenât I always followed your wishes?â
Timothy snapped. âIs it all just about following my wishes? Is it all my fault? Ask yourself. Do you not have any feelings for Jane?â
*Yes! Itâs all about following your wishes. When will you stop meddling in my life?â Bryant shouted.
After hearing that unequivocal response, my head spun, my body swaying slightly.
So, the harmonious facade of our three-year marriage was just him complying with his grandfatherâs requests.