To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 168

Brian was no longer as agitated as he'd been the night before. "I'll give you time and space. When you've cooled off, we can talk again."

There was no point in saying more; actions spoke louder than words.

Elara slipped her hand from his and walked away.

Felice gave a cold snort. "Years ago, your grandfather was too soft-hearted. He let Ellis stay, and look where that got him—dead by Ellis' hand. I thought you were different from him."

Brian inclined his head respectfully. "Grandmother, please don't hurt the people I care about."

The old woman arched a brow. "Is it her you care about, or is it Lina?"

Brian didn't answer. He simply gestured for Yves Caldwell to follow him and left.

John Prescott stepped forward and whispered, "Good thing you warned Master Brian ahead of time. It's obvious he truly cares about Mrs. Vincent."

Felice withdrew her gaze. "So what? Elara's loyal and principled to a fault, but she's got a spine of steel—she won't bend. If Brian keeps getting tangled up with that Wensley girl, he'll have no one to blame but himself when his wife leaves him."

No sooner had she spoken than Gareth strode in from another corridor.

"Of all things, he had to push that green energy project in the company. Now the old-timers who helped build this business with Dad are completely disillusioned. And Brian? Still obsessed with women. That woman is nothing but trouble—does she really think she can keep Brian hooked forever with these games? Dream on."

Felice looked at him with icy indifference. "And what about you, Gareth? Had your fill of sleepwalking yet?"

Gareth looked put out. "Mom, I'm only thinking of the Vincent family. Brian's a good guy, but he's stubborn to the core, can't tell right from wrong. He's twenty-eight and still like this? Hopeless."

Felice heard the implication in his words and shot him a mocking sidelong glance. "So you want to have another child with Nanette—to inherit the Vincent estate?"

Everyone knew Nanette was dying. No child was coming.

"Mom, Ellis was just a kid when he made those mistakes. He's done well overseas these years. I think he's truly changed—"

Felice cut him off. "Got eyes in your head, have you? You married a woman with no principles, and now Elara wants a divorce, but it's your son who's refusing. If you had even a shred of sense, you wouldn't talk such nonsense."

This one's a snake, too.

Elara ground her teeth, just as the low hum of a Maybach approached from behind.

She pulled open the Jaguar's rear door and slipped inside.

The car pulled away.

Yves Caldwell, watching Brian nearly step out, asked quietly, "Do you think Mrs. Vincent is planning to team up with the Lawrences against us?"

Brian remained silent.

Just then, his phone buzzed. An anonymous message flashed across the screen:

*Did you really think that child Elara lost was yours?*