Always Been Yours

Chapter 57

Nicholas was already exhausted as it was. When he saw how flustered and worried Stefania was over Gregory’s obvious depressive state, he couldn’t be bothered to explain as he muttered, “He’s just throwing a fit. You know how kids are. Just let him work through it himself in his own space, Mom. Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You can drop by some other day.”

She nodded in silent agreement, but added fretfully, “It’s only normal that he’s feeling down after leaving the hospital. Try to cheer him up as much as you can, Nicholas, and if you give him a hard time, trust me when I say I’ll give you an even harder one!”

“Got it,” he replied grimly with a nod.

A satisfied Stefania then began to head for the door, but abruptly turned to give the butler a pointed look as she ordered, “Andrew, make sure you keep an eye on Greg for the rest of the afternoon and call me if anything happens.” With that, she spun on her heels and left for the company.

Over at Pinnacle Residence, Tessa had washed up as soon as she returned home from the hospital, and after having a change of clothes, she got ready to leave for orchestra rehearsal.

Timothy couldn’t help worrying when he saw that she was rushing for work. “Tess, don’t you want to take a break before going for orchestra rehearsal? You’ve been on your feet for the whole of yesterday and you have only just returned!”

and explained soothingly, “I really do need to rush,

displeased that she was working so hard, he grumbled, “It’s inhumane that the orchestra doesn’t let you

heart, and instead of getting irritated by his grumbling, she proceeded

work. With an imperceptible sigh, he said quietly, “Hey,

then, I guess I’ll have quite the retirement plan lined up for me.” She paused, then

it. I’ll be waiting to have dinner with

violin case slung over her shoulder,

her face, and all of a sudden, she felt a little hollow. Perhaps this is the life that

long after his exchange with Tessa, Timothy cleaned the house and left

the student council. He had only just sat down in the student council’s designated office when his friend, Henry,

“What is it? Did