He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 343

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 343: The Reluctant Return**

Arthur stood there, his gaze fixed on the tear-streaked faces of Jennifer and her son, Jenarth. The weight of their sorrow pressed heavily on his chest, and he knew, deep down, that he had no option but to acquiesce to the unfolding drama.

“I’ll make a call,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Turning away, he sought refuge in a secluded corner of the room, where he could gather his thoughts and muster the courage to reach out to his grandfather, Charles.

He dialed the familiar number, the phone ringing with an almost mocking persistence before it was finally answered. The moment the connection was made, Charles’ gruff voice cut through the silence.

“What is it?”

“Grandpa, there’s something important I need to share with you…” Arthur’s heart raced as he spoke, each word feeling heavier than the last.

Across the room, a sly smile crept onto Jennifer’s lips. She held Jenarth close, who had been quietly sniffling, and when their eyes met, a shared sense of triumph flickered between them. They were two conspirators reveling in the success of their scheme.

“Grandpa, Jennifer is pregnant and hasn’t been feeling well. I’ve decided to bring them back to the Myers Manor,” Arthur continued, keeping his tone measured and his explanation succinct. He braced himself for the inevitable backlash, for Charles had always made it clear that the only woman deserving of the prestigious Myers Manor was Chloe.

To bring this topic up again felt like reopening a festering wound, one that had long since scabbed over. Arthur had envisioned countless scenarios—Charles might outright refuse, or if he agreed, it would come only after a tirade laced with disappointment. However, what he encountered instead was Charles’ unexpectedly calm, almost apathetic response.

“Do you really need to ask me about something so foolish? Have you lost your mind, Arthur? Aren’t you going to marry Jennifer? Where you take her to live—and how you choose to sleep—is your own business. Why are you telling me? I’ve been busy lately with my cats and dogs. That’s what matters to me. I don’t involve myself in the affairs of the Myers Manor. If you need permission, ask your mother!”

With that, Charles ended the call abruptly, leaving Arthur in a stunned silence. The dull roar of his grandfather’s words echoed in his ears, a reminder that he was merely a pawn in a game far larger than himself.

It wasn’t anger that stirred within him; it was the realization that Charles deemed the entire situation too trivial to warrant his attention. Arthur’s choices were his own, unworthy of disturbing the tranquility of Charles’ life.

A profound emptiness settled in the pit of Arthur’s stomach as he pocketed his phone and turned back toward Jennifer and Jenarth, who were watching him with eager anticipation.

He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. “Jennifer, Jenarth, go pack your things. I’ll take you back to the Myers Manor shortly. I’ll have the driver come pick us up.”

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