Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 77 The weather cleared unusually, but the cold persisted just as icy. Nevertheless, the sun dutifully resumed its shift.

Yet. Trevon’s mood didn’t brighten up like the weather.

A phone call interrupted Mia's day in the early morning hours amidst a mix of joy and worry. Jim's swift hand had brought this unexpected call, stirring a range of emotions within her.

Fed up with the constant and irritating ringing. Trevon shut off his phone.

Having endured a prolonged absence of sleep at Phoenix Manor, he encountered a rare bout of insomnia last night.

Bright and early, Jim was already at his doorstep, ready to escort him to the Wilson's residence.

Jim was screaming in agony deep within his soul! The Wilson's residence.

Theo sat leisurely at the dining table, savoring his morning meal. When he noticed his grandson's grumpy face, it added a hint of pleasure to his mood.

Taking a sip of his freshly brewed coffee, he casually remarked. “Bright and early today. huh? How about joining me for breakfast? Mr. Hawk has also made an appearance. Please take a seat, and let's share a meal. Mary, please bring two more sets of cutlery Theo did not heed his grandson's desires and took charge without hesitation.

With deft and efficient movements, Mary swiftly brought two cutlery sets, accompanied by an assortment of additional breakfast treats.

Trevon remained motionless, his reluctance palpable, and Jim naturally followed suit, remaining motionless.

Theo didn’t seem to be impatience as he continued unhurriedly. “If you have something to discuss with me, it can wait until after breakfast. We can’t have a proper conversation on an empty stomach. Don't just stand there looking superior. Take a seat.” With a begrudging expression, Trevon finally sat down and sipped his milk. “Mr. Theo, did you arrange the divorce proceedings for her as you instructed last night?” Hearing these words. Theo concealed his inner delight, maintaining an expressionless face. Indeed, Natalie came to me. hoping 1 would grant you a way out. She didn't want to keep you tied down against your will. She earnestly and persistently persuaded me. And | must admit, her words held some truth. A loveless marriage is a mutual torment. So, | have decided to fulfill your wishes, to set you free from any obstacle in your pursuit of true love.” “Mr. Theo, where am | supposed to find true love if you didn’t even inform me about the divorce?” Trevon's tone carried a hint of reproach and discontent.

Theo finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and glanced at his grandson, then shifted his gaze to Jim, who was silently consuming his meal. seemingly trying to diminish his presence. “Well, tell me, why should | have informed you? Divorce doesn’t require your consent, just as Natalie doesn’t require your presence. Since the shoe doesn't fit and causes discomfort, | must find a better fit for you. With all your responsibilities and busy schedule, where would you find time for love? | can’t let a mere marriage license hinder your potential to earn a fortune.” Seeing Mr. Theo mocking him, Trevon felt a surge of frustration. He repeatedly pushed back. Tm not involved in any romantic relationships.” Theo maintained a steady gaze on his grandson, “Weren't you the one intentionally creating trending topics, aiming to give Miss Mia some recognition? Or was it for a different motive? To attract someone's attention, perhaps?” Trevon found himself at a loss for words. He had indeed orchestrated the trending topics with Jim's assistance, and there was a specific objective behind it.

However, he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

As the defiant silence lingered from Trevon, Theo shifted his gaze onto Jim, his eyes sharpening sternly. “Did you orchestrate those trending topics?” Trevon remained speechless, unable to contain the implicit message within his grandfather's piercing gaze.

Jim frantically denied, “No, it wasn't me. | had no part in it. He turned to Trevon, desperately seeking assistance through his pleading eyes.

Trevon knowing Mr. Theo's intentions all too well, bestowed upon Jim a look of disappointment before boldly confessing, “1 orchestrated them.” Theo nodded with a blend of approval and acceptance. “So, that's settled. What brought you here so early in the morning. then? I've brought an end to the marriage you didn’t desire. Now you're free to pursue whatever you wish. Enjoy your newfound freedom, or is there a hint of reluctance in your heart?” Theo proceeded to offer his insightful guidance and rounsel Trevon seethed with suppressed anger, feeling utterly powerless to retort. Never before had he felt such a sense of helplessness. He stood up, undoing the rightly fastened buttons of his collar. “Mr Theo, I'm heading back to the office.” Theo paid hum no mind, reveling in his good mood as he cheerfully addressed Cage. “Feeling quite delighted today! Quick, fetch me some more pizzas.” Gage smiled and returned to the kitchen with a plate filled with several delectable pizzas.

Placing the plate on the table, he gently reminded Theo. “Please remember, you can only indulge to a certain extent. Excessive eating will certainly draw criticism from Mrs. Janet Wilson.” Ever since Mrs. Janet had left. Theo allowed himself to indulge. A few years prior, his fondness for sweets and overeating had nearly led to diabetes. Consequently, Rachel strictly managed his diet, leaving no room for excess.

Indulging in reckless eating was not something they allowed Theo to partake in.

Regardless of perspective. Rachel was an exemplary daughter-in-law, a competent household manager, and an outstanding individual.

However, Caleb's leg condition had worsened in the past few days, and Rachel accompanied him for treatment in Sapphire City Theo, seizing the opportunity, indulged himself a little more discreetly.

Theo furrowed his brow. “Understood. When Rachel returns, please refrain from reporting this.” Gage questioned, “Theo, don’t you care about Trevon! Are you going to let them remain apart like this?” What if Mrs. Wilson had decided not to return? “Well, what else could we expect? It was Trevon who failed to cherish what he had. Whom could we blame but him? If only he had admitted his feelings for Natalie, | could have offered some assistance. | reminded him several times this morning, but look at his stubborn demeanor. He became so distant that he didn’t even recognize Rachel anymore. Imph In other words, he became so stubborn that he didn’t even recognize his mother! Lithern boxing gym.

Men were drenched in sweat, their bodies moving with lightning speed as they unleashed a flurry of punches on the equipment, showing no fatigue.

Trevon, his white shirt soaked through, continued to punch mechanically, his movements relentless. Jim stood by, feeling at sense of unease, silently waiting on the sidelines.

Since leaving the Wilson's residence. Trevon had not returned to the company. Frustrated by his encounter with Theo earlier this morning, he sought solace and release in the boxing gym.

“Well, look who's here, getting in a workout. Quite a rare sight, Frank remarked, leaning against the doorway with at suggestive smile, his hands casually resting in his pockets.

Upon hearing the voice, Trevon continued his movements without skipping a beat and made no effort to respond.

Cautiously taking a few steps backward, Jim approached Frank and said, “Mr. Roberts, could you perhaps talk some sense into Mr. Wilson? He's been at it for nearly two hours now. If he keeps going, lie’s going to injure himself.” Jim knew better than to advise Trevon directly. The man didn't listen to reason.

Who knew what consequences might arise? But Mr. Roberts was different. He wouldn't face the same fate of being exiled to Southland.

One can only imagine the magnitude of the shadows cast over Jim when it came to Southland.

Casually chewing his gum. Frank spoke in a laid-back tone, “Let him wear himself out. Once he’s completely spent, things will settle down. No need to rush.” Jim retorted. “No need to rush? So | suppose we'll just have a disabled Mr. Wilson in Athana.” Frank remained in his position, lazily leaning against the door as he observed the relentless display of the exhausted man’s frustrations. He found it rather intriguing, as it was the first time he had witnessed Trevon in such a state.

With a hint of amusement, Frank continued to chew his gum, attentively watching the boxing session unfold After about fifteen minutes. Trevon became too tired to continue, collapsing onto the ground.

Jim, being considerate, approached with a towel and a bottle of soda water in hand.

Frank, observing the situation, lifted his leg and walked over, sitting beside him.

Jim quietly exited the room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving Frank to comfort Mr. Wilson.

Leaning back with his hands propped behind him, Frank turned his head toward Trevon and asked, “Feeling bothered by the divorce?” “Not really. It's been a while since I've trained, so | thought I'd give it a go.” Frank licked his teeth and grinned, “No regrets, huh? Well, at least the title of husband and wife was rightfully earned.” Trevon looked at Frank with a hint of surprise.

He quickly regained his composure and responded, “I don't have any regrets. | never had any feelings for her to begin with. It was just a contractual agreement.” Frank patted his shoulder, offering words of praise. “Good for you. Keep it up.” Continue to maintain that prideful nature of yours.

Deep down, Frank understood that Trevon’s reluctance stemmed from his inability to relinquish his ego. He believed that falling in love with a wife he was coerced into marrying was a source of embarrassment, showcasing his stubbornness.

The irony was that he expected the woman to chase after him without considering that she possessed a similar temperament.

Dreams and wishful thinking were two entirely different concepts! Turning toward the door, Frank said, “Mr. Landor has recently assigned Kyle to investigate the talent reserve project at Athana Hospital. Natalie might be going abroad.” Trevon was momentarily taken aback. Was she going abroad? As Frank reached the doorway, Jim couldn't help but ask with urgency. “How is Mr. Wilson doing?” Frank gave a wry smile and pulled at the corner of his mouth. “He’s digging his own grave.” Jim pressed further, “So, did Mr. Roberts try to advise him but to no avail? Or has he lost the chance to win back Mrs. Wilson?”