Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

Mr. Labbe sighed, "Your mother's going through menopause, and her temper's been all over the place lately. She keeps sticking her nose into my affairs. Fine, I'll get rid of the current one. Tell your mom she can handle it however she wants, just don't let her go as far as killing anyone."

Timothy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Dad, come on. Do you really think Mom's that kind of person?"

But deep down, Timothy knew the truth. Whenever someone was eliminated, it always happened with his father's tacit approval. His mother simply carried out his father's will.

His sister often advised their mother against getting involved in their father's dirty work, insisting it wasn't her responsibility to clean up the messes from his so-called "love debts." She believed their father should deal with them himself.

more.

Timothy found himself torn. At times, he sided with his father. Other times, he thought his sister had a point. Perhaps it was because he was a son-he couldn't fully empathize with his mother the way his sister could. That was probably why their mother doted on his sister Even Mr. Labbe understood this dynamic. He softened his tone and said, "You're right. I misspoke. Your mother's not that kind of person."

Switching topics, Mr. Labbe continued, "Timothy, I'll be leaving soon, but I'll leave half the team here with you. If anything comes up that you can't handle, get in touch with me. I'm expecting good news." Timothy nodded without hesitation. "Understood, Dad."

Mr. Labbe had already decided to fly to Wiltspoon that afternoon. After a quick two or three days there, he would return to Havenmill to deal with business matters.

about all the hard work he put into the Labbe family empire-and how much of the benefit didn't even belong to him personally-he couldn't help

busy at work when Tatum entered her

sat at the coffee table

seems you've mastered the art of tea-making," Elora said, her voice breaking

looked up and smiled. "I know a little,"

down on the sofa. "You always say you 'know a little,' but let's be honest-you

her a cup of

can head to the cafeteria and cook something for you

company cafeteria to whip up a fresh meal

her watch. "Give me another half an hour. I need a quick break-just

voice softened. "Would you like a massage?

anything you can't do?" He shrugged with a smile. "I know a little," he repeated, the