Chapter 407:
Gabrielaâs big eyes, filled with tears, gazed up at Milford, seeking comfort in his calm presence. The vulnerability in her expression deepened Milfordâs resolve to protect her from the ongoing tension.
Zola, watching Milford care for the baby, was visibly disdainful. âAre you here just to babysit? Your talents are meant for building your own career, making moneyânot holding a baby all day. You should focus on your studies. Iâll cover all your university costs and repay your debts to Eileen.â
As Zola reached for her phone to call Eileen and discuss the terms, Gabrielaâs tears began to fall.
The sound of the little girlâs sobs filled the villa, her distress palpable.
Before Zola could dial, Milford, driven by a surge of protectiveness, snatched the phone from her hand and threw it to the floor. The device shattered, scattering pieces, but this did little to calm Milfordâs fury.
âIâm telling you for the last timeâleave!â he commanded, his voice firm.
He scooped up Gabriela and made his way up the stairs, his anger beginning to subside as he sought to comfort the crying child.
Zola, a mix of indignation and determination on her face, followed him a few steps up the staircase. Milford paused at the bend, turned sharply, and gave her a stern, dismissive glare.
âGet out!â he snapped.
The look of utter disgust in Milfordâs eyes stopped Zola in her tracks. She didnât follow him any further, watching instead as he disappeared around the corner with Gabriela. The sound of the babyâs cries slowly faded as the door upstairs shut.
In the quiet of the villa, Zola realized something. Milford had always been independent and challenging, but he had never shown her this kind of repulsion before. Could Eileen have influenced him so deeply?
Determined not to lose her grip on Milford, Zola knew she had to act. If he continued to align so closely with Eileen, his estrangement from her, his biological sister, could become permanent.
Zola didnât leave. She gathered the pieces of her broken phone and settled onto the sofa, her mind racing with plans.
Meanwhile, after dropping Ruby off at the mall near the hospital, Eileen and Bryan were alone in the car, giving Eileen the opportunity to address the issue. âWhat were you thinking? If you transfer all your EB Group shares to me, what will you do afterward?â
âWhat else can I do?â Bryan replied gravely. âFor now, Iâm healing. Iâm relying on you to keep things running.â
âBut what about after youâre healed? You canât just disconnect from EB Group entirely, can you?â Eileen pressed further.
Bryanâs silence spoke volumes, confirming his tacit agreement.
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