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.

Jareth, how can you

Jareth. To us, he’s still a kid.” Gary’s wife April, chimed in, trying to smooth things over with a warm smile, “Jareth, your uncle is known for his bluntness. That’s

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

and April, his jaws clenched tight. One day, he would come crashing down on them

was served, an array of delectable dishes, but Jareth touched none of it, nursing only his

him like a Thanksgiving

to the simple, home–cooked meals in their cozy villa. Without Marilla by his side, everything

flown in just for you. Your grandpa went to great lengths to please you.”

beef, it upsets my stomach, but I appreciate grandpa’s care, Jareth replied dismissively.

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

has nothing to do with

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