Chapter 161
As they stepped out of the elevator, Kingsley suddenly broke the silence, his tone flat and rippling with indifference. “You can call Grandmother yourself and explain p>
Lucy halted mid-step. She whipped around to look at him, her eyes edged with a cold sharpness. “What, did you lose your tongue, or have you suddenly gone mute p>
“I won’t be doing this for you,” Kingsley replied, his expression unchanged, his voice devoid of emotion.
Lucy didn’t bother responding. Whether he told the family or not was his business; it had nothing to do with her anymore.
She unlocked her car and slid into the driver’s seat, while Emma quickly opened the passenger door and scrambled in.
Kingsley strode to the side of the car and rapped his knuckles against the window.
Lucy acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing. She released the brake and the car surged forward, peeling out of the parking spot without hesitation.
Watching the taillights fade into the distance, Kingsley turned to Xavier, who stood behind him. “Leak the news to my grandma p>
Though confused, Xavier bowed his head respectfully. “Yes, Mr. Sherwood p>
Back in his own vehicle, Kingsley picked up his tablet. His fingers slid across the screen to open a document his secretary had just sent, and he lowered his head, immersing himself in work. He didn’t return to the office, heading straight for his residence instead.
The moment he pushed open the door, a servant stepped forward with a respectful nod. “Sir, lunch is ready p>
Kingsley unbuttoned his overcoat and handed it over without a word, turning toward the dining room. He had just washed his hands and was about to sit down when a teasing voice drifted in.
Peter strolled in with a light, confident gait, grinning as he quipped, “Kingsley, why did you leave in such a rush? I had to chase you all the way here p>
Kingsley frowned slightly, lifting his gaze to meet Peter’s. His tone was frosty. “What are you doing here p>
“Keeping you company for lunch, obviously p>
Peter turned to the servant and instructed, “Another setting, please p>
“I need your company?” Kingsley’s frown deepened, his voice laced with
impatience. “Eat quickly and get out. I have a meeting later p>
Peter, unfazed, pulled out a chair and sat down. “Relax. I won’t disturb you p>
Meanwhile, at Sherwood Manor, the butler had received the news. He immediately investigated the sequence of events and reported everything to Old Mrs. Sherwood.
“He brought this entirely on himself. Leave it be p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood listened to the report with a calm expression, her voice steady.
Wilma, standing beside her,
chuckled. “That video was originally
sent to Lucy by Kingsley’s own
people. Lucy likely leaked it as a warning to him. If she truly wanted to destroy him, she wouldn’t have bothered pixelating his face p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood lifted her cup of hot tea, blew gently on the steam, and took a small sip before nodding in agreement. “Exactly. Lucy is looking at the big picture. If she really wanted to settle the score, he’d have his hands full right now p>
“From the looks of it, he seems to have realized his mistake. Do you think he plans
to win Lucy back?” Wilma added with a smile.
Old Mrs. Sherwood let out a long sigh, a trace of helplessness in her eyes. “This is a trial he cannot escape. Let him struggle p>
“Madam, you aren’t going to help him out a little?” Wilma was surprised. The matriarch had always adored Lucy; it seemed odd for her to stand by and watch.
“No help,” Old Mrs. Sherwood waved her hand dismissively, a hint of deliberate ruthlessness in her tone. “Werst case scenăng, he stays a for the rest of his life p>
She paused, then softened her voice. “Not disturbing Lucy is the greatest kindness I can show her right now p>
Wilma nodded repeatedly in understanding.
Old Mrs. Sherwood turned to the butler. “Drop the investigation. Let it go. We’re not falling into his trap p>
“You’re always one step ahead, Madam!” Wilma laughed, unable to hold back her admiration.
Old Mrs. Sherwood smiled along with her, her eyes filled with knowing clarity. She had raised that boy; did he really think she didn’t know his tricks?