CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: QUARREL

Desmond Fairchild frowned slightly, not quite understanding Seraphina Sinclair’s meaning: "What are you talking about?"

"Are you still playing dumb? Where did the newspapers in your room come from? Why did you investigate me?"

Desmond thought about the things he had left there and hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I saw the scar on your back and was just curious...."

"Who do you think you are!" Seraphina cut Desmond off without hesitation, speaking coldly, "You, a kept man, just need to do your job and that’s it, why meddle in other people’s business! Who do you think you are, Desmond Fairchild?"

The incident from five years ago touched Seraphina’s most sensitive spot, and all the harsh words came out uncontrollably.

Both ends of the phone call fell into an awkward silence because of these unrestrained words.

"Is this how you see me?"

Desmond couldn’t believe his ears, his voice low and deep as he asked. The company employees outside didn’t know what was going on, so they could only stay in the break room, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Seraphina knew her words were too harsh, but she couldn’t take back what had been said.

After waiting for a long time without an answer from Seraphina, Desmond’s heart gradually sank. He curved the corners of his mouth into a bitter smile, realizing that after all this time, this was still the role he played in her heart.

"I don’t want to argue with you now."

Seraphina sat rigidly on the sofa, her hands and feet icy cold, her body uncontrollably trembling. She hung up the phone before Desmond could answer.

If she continued the conversation, she worried she might say something even more hurtful.

The happy family scene from last night was still vivid, but it had now turned into such a state.

"Ring ring—"

The abrupt ringtone of the phone startled Desmond. He picked it up with surprise, but his joy vanished in an instant when he saw the caller ID.

"Grandma, what’s up?"

Desmond’s temples throbbed, and he tiredly massaged them, trying to keep his voice from sounding too exhausted.

But Old Mrs. Fairchild, having experienced a lifetime, sensed something was wrong immediately: "Desmond, what’s the matter? Is work too tiring?"

"Something like that."

"Asking me what’s up, when will you bring my granddaughter-in-law back so Grandma can meet her!"

The thought of her granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson made Old Mrs. Fairchild extremely happy. The old lady always looked forward to family reunions, but Desmond was taking his time.

Desmond suddenly remembered he did promise to bring her home for a meal last time. But now, after the fight they just had, how could he lower himself to invite Seraphina Sinclair to come home with him?

After pondering for a long time, he finally said, "Grandma, I’ll be home for dinner tonight."

"Aren’t you bringing my darling grandson?"

"We’ll see then." Desmond answered in a deep voice.

Old Mrs. Fairchild hung up the phone full of joy and immediately instructed the servants to prepare several dishes that Desmond loved.

Desmond tightly clenched the phone in his hand, his distinct knuckles slightly turning white, as he looked at the busy street below the building, momentarily dazed.

No matter how chaotic his private affairs were, he could immediately return to his work mode, meticulously handling his tasks. By the time he finished everything, it was already evening and the city lights were bright.

The illumination of thousands of homes reflected a warm, breathing world.

He drove all the way back to the old family home. Old Mrs. Fairchild looked expectantly behind him, not seeing who she wanted, with a slight touch of disappointment. But noticing her grandson’s not-so-good expression, she didn’t press further, smiling as she said, "You’re back. These are all the dishes you love. Go wash your hands and come taste them."