The insult was as blunt as a slap to the face, leaving Gary red with embarrassment.

He knew all too well that Jareth was a ruthless renegade, a man who thought himself above all others. Still, with the prospect of Jareth’s taking over as CEO, Gary had expected him to show some restraint, especially in front of Barry.

But restraint was not in Jareth’s vocabulary.

Barry, the family patriarch, wanted to reprimand his grandson, but upon reflection, he found no fault in Jareth’s words. Gary’s antics and his fair–weather friends were nothing to be proud of.

So, with an awkward cough and a tactical sip of water, Barry tried to diffuse the tension.

Fairhaven, on the other hand, was less able to hide her discomfort, Jareth,

in, trying to smooth things over with a warm smile, “Jareth, your uncle is known for his bluntness. That’s

cop was nothing new to him. Despite Gary’s physiological problems, because of which, he couldn’t satisfy her in bed, he never let April want for anything material. Yet, in spite of the hollow shell of their marriage, April remained. They were less a couple than a pair of would–be thieves, each as bloodsucking as

tight. One day, he would come crashing down on them like a clap of thunder, and those pests

of delectable dishes, but Jareth touched none of it, nursing

did they know, his wife had stuffed him like a Thanksgiving turkey on the

told, even the finest delicacies couldn’t compare to the simple, home–cooked meals in their

concern, “This steak was flown in just for you. Your grandpa went to great lengths

stomach, but I

you’ve always been strong. When did you develop such an ailment? Isn’t Lily looking after you properly?” Mrs. Fairhaven’s face creased with worry.

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