Chapter 122

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 accustomed to.

Here, the houses were modest, and the streets were lined with trees that rustled gently in the breeze. It was a place 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 place of simplicity and solace.

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, a comforting 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 exclaimed, 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

crazy lately. 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?”

Timothy nodded, trying to put on a brave front. “I’m fine, Mom. I have security measures in place, 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 place? You wouldn’t have to worry about

taking care of this place, and you'd have all the comforts 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 become 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 glamour, 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 become 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 solace in his

mother’s presence. In the midst of uncertainty, he knew that he had a refuge in this humble home, a place 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

Stella. “I know, Mom. It’s just... I never imagined my life would turn out like this.”

His mother came over and placed 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 solace 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 sunglasses 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 old lady'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

both come from the same place, 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 flatly. 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 a laugh. 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 to come 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 the last encounter with his father, he feared only the worst would come out

of this...

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