My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 57
My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife
My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 57âNicholas was already exhausted as he was. When she saw how nervous and worried Stefania was about Gregoryâs obvious depressive state, he didnât bother to explain as he muttered, âHeâs just having an attack. You know what kids are like. Just let it figure it out for itself on its own.
space, mom. Why donât you go home and get some rest? You can spend another day.
She nodded silently, but added uneasily: âItâs normal for you to feel depressed after quitting.
the hospital. Try to cheer him up as much as you can, Nicholas, and if you give him a hard time, believe me!
When I tell you Iâll make it even harder for you!
âUnderstood,â he replied somberly with a nod.
Stefania, satisfied, began to head towards the door, but turned sharply to look at the butler sternly as he ordered: âAndrew, be sure to keep an eye on Greg for the rest of the Late and call me if something happens.â With that, he turned on his heels and went to the company.
At Pinnacle Residence, Tessa washed up as soon as she returned home from the hospital and, after Changing clothes, he prepared to go to the orchestra rehearsal.
Timothy couldnât help but worry when he saw her rushing to work. âTess, donât you want Take a break before going to the orchestra rehearsal? Youâve been standing all day yesterday and you just came back!
Tessa gave him a small smile and explained sweetly: âHowever, I really need Hurry. The orchestraâs schedule is full of rehearsals.â
Clearly upset that she was working so hard, he complained: âItâs inhumane that the orchestra doesnât Let you take a day off or something. I understand that rehearsals are important, but you need to rest!â.
She knew he only had her best interests in mind, and instead of getting irritated by her complaints, He proceeded to comfort him. âThis has nothing to do with the orchestra. In addition, I have already rested the enough.
As reluctant as Timothy was, he knew he had no choice but to let her go to work. With a An imperceptible sigh, he said softly: âHey, Tess, once I start making my own money, you I promise I wonât let you work so hard anymore. You will have to trust me.
Hearing this, Tessa was so moved that she gave him an indulgent smile. âWell, then, I guess Iâll have a good retirement plan prepared for me.â He paused and then added in Low voice: âTake care of yourself on your way to school later, okay?â
He nodded obediently. âI understand. Iâll be waiting for you to have dinner with you tonight, Tess.
She hummed in response, and with the violin case slung over her shoulder, she walked out of the apartment.
The sun was high in the sky as it left Pinnacle Community. He felt the warm and dry breeze caress his face and suddenly felt a little empty. Maybe this is the life I should have, and I shouldnât wait.
Nothing else.
Meanwhile, not long after his exchange with Tessa, Timothy cleaned the house and went to the house.
school.
He had no lessons that morning, but he arrived early to review some things related to the Student Council. He had just sat in the designated student council office when his My friend, Henry, shot out the door and shouted, âYouâre finally here, Timothy!â
Timothy smiled at him as a greeting. âWhat is it? Did something exciting happen?
Henry nodded anxiously with bright eyes, a little breathless when he said, âDo you remember that you I told about Reinhart Group the other day? The person in charge came to the school and asked to see us!
personally! He wanted to go over the details of the project and says the price is being negotiated. ¡I think who really meant it this time!â
Anyone within his range could hear how excited Henry was at this perspective.
but his enthusiasm was met with a mockery from Timothy, who said decisively, âWe wonât see you.â
Henry gawked at him, puzzled. âWhy not?â
âBecause thereâs no need to,â Timothy replied matter-of-factly, his voice flat and cold. âWe donât They will offer a lot anyway, and I would say they would limit the offer to a measly five million and nothing else.â
While Henry did not argue with him about this, he was still a little hesitant about the decision. âTimothy, I know that youâre thinking, but donât you think itâs a bit snobbish of us to reject them even after that?
that they have come to see us personally? I mean, that seems a little offensive, doesnât it?
Timothy was quiet after hearing this, and considered Henryâs point of view. Later As if a light bulb had gone on in his head, he changed his mind and suggested, âHow about meet them, Henry? Tell them that maybe Iâll consider whether theyâre willing to offer us twenty.
Million.
âWellâ¦â Henry thought about this for a while, then nodded. âLetâs follow your plan, then!â
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