Chapter 166

Tarquin’s phone rang, and it was Heath, the butler, on the other end of the line. Whenever Heath called, it usually meant there was something up with Elijah.

Tarquin picked up, “What’s the matter?”

Heath was practically buzzing with joy, his voice quivering with emotion, “Mr. Bradford, Elijah asked for food on his own! He–he–he just came looking for me to ask when you’d be back. Said he wanted some pastry! It’s the first time in years I’ve heard him ask for food himself! I’m so moved! He mentioned you made him pastry this morning, along with some side dishes, and he said he wanted more of the same.

I’ve already got people gathering the ingredients as per Elijah’s request. When will you be back to cook for him? What time can you make it home?”

Tarquin’s lips twitched uncontrollably. His son suddenly showing interest in food should be a cause for celebration, pure joy!

But those pastry and side dishes were made by Elysia!

Considering Elysia’s current attitude towards him, Tarquin felt a headache coming on. She can’t stand the sight of me, how’s she supposed to take care of my boy?

“Just say I’m still tied up and might be late getting back. Have him eat something else in the meantime.”

After hanging up, Tarquin dialed Keaton immediately, “Elijah wants the meal Elysia made. If you can’t get Elysia to cook for him, you’re in for it!”

Keaton’s eyes bulged, “What?”

Tarquin hung up, passing the buck Keaton’s way.

When Keaton tried to redial, Tarquin cut the call. Keaton tried again, but found himself blocked. With a head full of troubles, Keaton had no choice but to call Lowell.

“What’s the situation? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lowell explained sheepishly, “Ms. Thorne made breakfast for Elijah this morning. Elijah took quite a liking to it. Heath just called to say Elijah’s asked for food himself, wanting more of what he had this morning.”

“What? Elijah’s asking for food? That’s progress, isn’t it? A sign his condition’s improving! Tarquin should be over the moon! Why’s he biting my head off?”

Lowell, realizing Keaton had missed the crux of the matter, repeated, “But the meal Elijah wants is the one Ms. Thorne made. And right now, Ms. Thorne can’t bear to be around Tarquin, so… it’s on you to make something happen.”

Keaton finally got it, his eyes wide. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know either.”

Lowell groaned, “Because your ex–girlfriend ticked off Ms. Thorne, Tarquin is catching the fallout. If it weren’t for today’s mess, Tarquin would’ve approached Ms. Thorne himself.”

Keaton sighed after hanging up, racking his brain to the point of near baldness from all the scratching.

Elysia couldn’t even stand Tarquin, let alone him.

If he approached Elysia, would she send him packing with a swift punch?

09:57 After all, Oriana wasn’t Tarquin’s ex, she was his!

“Jeez… Do I look like I’m cursed or what?” Keaton muttered to himself.

He needed to figure out how to apologize to Elysia. And he had to think of a way to persuade her to cook again for Elijah.

If he couldn’t manage that, never mind Tarquin killing him, he wouldn’t be able to face Elijah.

His godson finally showed some interest in eating, and because of him, he might go hungry.

Wasn’t that just a sin?

How could he ever face Elijah and still be called ‘godfather‘?

If he couldn’t handle this right, his conscience would eat him alive.

But how to handle it?

Keaton thought long and hard, his neurons firing on all cylinders, but couldn’t come up with a solid plan.

So, with sheer grit, he decided to take a gift and go see Elysia.