ent to have a heart-to-heart with him. But it seems I couldn’t keep it hidden.
I didn’t want to get involved. But, considering Timothy’s 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 CEO’s office.
Everyone knew about Bryant’s temper, and with Kevin guarding the door, they all kept to themselves, working diligently to avoid getting in the crossfire.
“Director Webster!” Seeing me approach, Kevin whispered as if he had seen a lifeline, “You’re finally here. Please, go in and talk some sense into Mr. Timothy.”
“Okay.” I nodded, about to push the door open, when I heard Bryant’s cold, frustrated voice.
“Grandpa, 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 I’ve done so. You wanted me to transfer Mom’s shares to her, and I didn’t hesitate. Haven’t I always followed your wishes?”
Timothy snapped. “Is it all just about following my wishes? Is it all my fault? Ask yourself. Do you not have any feelings for Jane?”
*Yes! It’s all about following your wishes. When will you stop meddling in my life?” 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 grandfather’s requests.