Chapter 83
Kingsley didn’t take the bait. He simply said, “You can choose not to answer her calls p>
“I’ve already blocked her. I won’t be answering anymore,” Susan nodded, her tone still casual.
Kingsley didn’t respond further. He stood up and headed straight for the second floor.
Entering his bedroom, he didn’t go to the bed but lay down on the sofa to catch up on sleep.
When he woke again, his phone screen was lit up. A message sat in the dialogue box: [Kingsley, are you back p>
He glanced at the content, didn’t reply, tossed the phone aside, and went to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in a set of slate-blue loungewear, he leisurely went downstairs.
Old Mrs. Sherwood, sitting in the living room, was surprised to see him. “When did you get back p>
“This afternoon p>
Kingsley sat on the sofa opposite her, picked a prune from the fruit bowl, and popped it into his mouth.
“Did you go to Switzerland?” Old Mrs. Sherwood asked.
Kingsley continued eating fruit, his tone laced with sarcasm. “I go on a business trip, and suddenly everyone in the family knows? Am I under surveillance p>
“Do I look like I have that much free time?” Old Mrs. Sherwood rolled her eyes at him. “Your mother told me p>
“She certainly has too much free time,” Kingsley remarked coldly.
Old Mrs. Sherwood looked at him, her tone growing serious. “I remember Lucy is in Switzerland. You didn’t go there to find her, did you? Don’t go causing trouble for her p>
“I went for work,” Kingsley corrected immediately.
“Whatever you went for, don’t disturb her again,” Old Mrs. Sherwood emphasized, her voice stern and unquestionable.
Kingsley looked at her, a sneer curling the corner of his mouth. “Did she put a spell on you p>
“It’s because I have a conscience. I know the Sherwood family owes her,” Old Mrs. Sherwood said heavily, a hint of anger in her voice.
Kingsley looked up, his eyes cold. “And does the Sherwood family owe me p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood looked at him deeply, her tone disappointed. “Our family owes you nothing. We raised you a luxury spared no effort to groom you into a talent isn’t that enough p>
She stood up, her gaze dark with warning. “And stop being so sarcastic with your mother. She is your mother, after all p>
Kingsley lowered his eyes and didn’t reply, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the fruit bowl.
By evening, even Winston, usually too busy to be seen, had returned to the manor.
During dinner, Kingsley rarely argued with Susan, and a superficial calm was maintained at the table.
Near the end of the meal, Winston put down his fork and looked at Kingsley. “Joyce was in a car accident. Did you know p>
Kingsley set down his cutlery and leaned back, his expression darkening. “It’s just a scrape and a mild concussion. Does the whole world need to know p>
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Sherwood said gravely, “All her scheming is used on the Sherwood family p>
“She even called me, acting all pitiful, making it seem like a huge disaster!” Susan chimed in, her voice full of disdain. “She’s just a ticking time bomb p>
She looked at Kingsley and added, “It’s a good thing you’re single now. Otherwise,
she’d turn your life upside down p>
Kingsley remained silent, his fingers absently rubbing the rim of his glass.
After a long pause, Old Mrs.
Sherwood looked at him and said solemnly. “The Sherwood family stopped owing her a long time ago. And you owe her even less.