Chapter 390
He was adamant. When the conversation reached this point, I felt cornered. But, just this once, I wanted to be selfish.
I stood up. “Mr. Ford, if you can’t make it happen, I doubt I can either.”
I couldn’t bear the thought of making decisions for Gregory under the guise of what was best for him. Whatever he chose, I’d respect it.
Klein’s gaze was sharp. “He’s head over heels in love now, acting on impulse, ready to give up everything for you. What about later? When the novelty wears off after three, five, ten years?”
I caught my breath.
Klein scoffed, “And when he sees his mother, his sister, all paying the price for his love when he regrets, will he blame you, the stumbling block?”
I had to admit that experience spoke louder than words. Every word hit home.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re Mrs. Ferguson, Ms. Webster, or Ms. Myers.” Klein buttoned up his jacket. “I only hope you realize he’s waited for you for years. Should he sacrifice his life for you? If so, you don’t deserve his love!”
“Or do you not see RF tightening the screws on the Ford Group? Are you trying to bring down Greg and the entire Ford family?”
“I’m giving you two days to think it over. Will Greg continue being Mr. Ford, or will he step away from the Ford family’s shadow to be just an ordinary man?”
I sat on the couch, the door shut again, my thoughts in turmoil. Gregory’s call came through.
I answered, “Hello?”
His voice sounded normal. “Jane, something’s come up. I have to bail today.
Can we reschedule once I’m free?”
Paul cared for Gregory. Gregory would probably stay by his side at the hospital, especially since Gregory felt guilty for causing the situation.
‘I suppressed my emotions, gripping the phone. “Is everything okay? Can I help
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in any way?”
Gregory replied, “Just some last–minute issues at work.”
“Oh…” I slowly walked to the window, gazing at some blooming flowers, feeling heavy–hearted but trying to sound casual. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
Gregory teased, “Wishing something was wrong? Missing me that much?”
I chuckled. “Not at all.“.
“Focus on your design sketches at home. And in your free time…” His voice sounded lazy with amusement, “Think about us.”
His mood seemed to infect me, and I smiled. “Us? What about us?”
Gregory flirted, “Don’t play dumb…”
“Greg, are you done? The international consultant is here for the meeting. Come join.”
His voice and an elegant, mature female voice overlapped. That must be his mother.
I quickly said, “Gregory, you better go.”
He asked, “You heard?”
I nodded. “Yeah, someone’s calling you to a meeting, right?”
“Right, then I should go?”
“Yes.”
Gregory reminded me again, “Don’t forget to think about us.”
“Okay.” After hanging up, my vision blurred instantly.
The beautiful flowers became just a smear of pink. I couldn’t even make out their shape anymore. As the sun set, I turned toward the kitchen.
Just last night, Gregory was there, bustling around all clumsily. But at the moment, it felt like he was miles away.
Klein’s words carried no threat.
Chapter 390
The following morning, the headlines blared, [The Ford family’s second son returns.]
The Ford family had officially reintegrated a bastard son with the fabricated origin of a long–lost heir.