William chuckled softly, then secretly gave me the middle finger. To my mother, he said, “Agatha, it’s understandable that the child has a problem with me. Just let Bertrand off the hook. A little humiliation won’t kill me.”
“You’re just too kind-hearted!”
My mom patted William’s cheek with a look of pity, then turned her gaze to me. “Bertrand, why don’t you apologize to Uncle William?”
Apologize? I stared at them intently, saying nothing.
“Mr. Chanton is so stubborn. Doesn’t he realize he’s not the spoiled heir anymore?”
“Doesn’t he know that since he went off to college, it’s been Mr. Kennedy accompanying Mrs. Lismore?”
“He probably still thinks the Chanton Group belongs to the Chanton Family.”
“Chanton Group? What a joke! It’s already been in the hands of Mrs. Lismore.”
The crowd’s chatter reached my ears. In fact, what they said was true. My father passed away when I was in college and my mother soon got together with William. I was depressed, so I often didn’t go home.
When I returned after graduation with the project above, I also intended to fix our mother-son relationship. I had even made up my mind to accept William.