Chapter 592

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Collin was caught off guard, surprised that Linsey remembered such trivial details. After a brief pause, he smirked. “Grandma enjoys her solitude now. If I go bothering her, she’ll probably kick me out. So, I have no choice but to spend all my time with my dear wife instead, hoping she won’t get tired of me.”
Linsey raised an eyebrow, amused. “Collin, you’re getting better at sweet-talking. Who’s been coaching you?” She playfully pinched his lips.
When they first met, he had been aloof and distant, difficult to approach. But as time passed, she had gradually uncovered Collin’s softer, more playful side.
Laughing and chatting, they strolled into the restaurant, their easygoing chemistry so infectious that even the passersby couldn’t help but smile.
Meanwhile, at Grester Airport, Jeffery hurried out of the car, his gaze sweeping across the terminal until he spotted two familiar figures. Cruz and Myla looked slightly weary, followed by their assistants carrying their luggage.
Taking a deep breath, Jeffery approached. “Dad, Mom.”
Myla studied him for a few seconds, her elegant and composed expression tinged with concern. “Jeffery, you’ve lost a lot of weight.” At her words, the exhaustion Jeffery had been holding back almost overcame him. “Mom…”
Before he could say more, Cruz interjected in his usual firm tone. “Alright, let’s head home first. Your mother is tired and needs to rest.”
Jeffery nodded. “The car is outside. Let’s go.”
As they settled into the vehicle, the ride home was quiet.
Cruz, aware of Myla’s presence, shot Jeffery a sharp warning glance—one that said everything without words. Jeffery didn’t need to be told what was coming next. Unlike his mother’s gentle nature, his father had always been strict, and once they were home, he knew he wouldn’t be spared.
When they arrived at the Lawson family villa, Cruz carefully helped his wife out of the car. “We’re home,” he said.
The household staff had already gathered at the entrance. “Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson!” they greeted in unison.
As Myla stepped inside, she glanced around and noticed someone missing. “Jeffery, where’s Carol?”
She hesitated, then smiled. “Ah, it’s late—she must be asleep already.” Jeffery, standing behind her, stiffened slightly and pressed his lips together. He didn’t dare tell her the truth: Carol hadn’t been home for days.
Since she ran out of the police station earlier that day, Jeffery had sent people to find her, but she still hadn’t been located. Between managing the company’s affairs and picking up his parents from the airport, he hadn’t had time to search for her himself.
Since his mother assumed Carol was resting, Jeffery let her believe it. At least for now, it was better than causing a commotion in the middle of the night.
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