Chapter 18

Lowell had been riding shotgun with Tarquin for years and had a pretty good bead on the guy. He knew the score about Tarquin’s reluctance to sign the divorce papers.

So, when Tarquin brushed off the suggestion of a video call with his estranged wife, Lowell didn’t bat an eyelid. Instead, he just threw out a casual suggestion, “Maybe a video call would convince her more? I’m not sure that Mrs. Bradford will believe the words sent.”

“No need,” Tarquin barked back with a scoff.

Why to waste his breath on someone who’s nothing but a footnote?

So that was Tarquin’s outright refusal.

After all, he was oblivious to the fact that the woman was the very one he’d been searching for high and low.

“And another thing, stop calling her ‘Mrs. Bradford‘. There’s only one lady who deserves that title. Anyone else doesn’t even come close.” Tarquin added.

Lowell bit his tongue. He knew the “lady Tarquin was talking about was none other than Elijah’s biological mother.

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e replied.

response. Not knowing when he’d return meant not knowing when

she supposed to move on with

was far from throwing in the towel, though. She tried reaching out to Tarquin a few more times, but to no avail. Dejected, she left the Royal Community with a

out the kids‘ school registration, and without that, their education was

stable job for her, and her bank account was running

and the mountain of debt he’d saddled

her head spun. Seeking a moment of solace, she plopped down under a canopy of

there, wrestling with her next move, a tot, no more than four or five, bolted across the street like a bat out of hell and whizzed

loose as cars screeched, horns blared, and the air was filled with a

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shouts and screams.

parents dashed into the fray, trying to scoop up their wild offspring, who was having none of it. The little tyke was

a piece of his mind, he turned on himself, smacking his own face and scratching like he was

up, but the kid was all fists and teeth and growling like

this and didn’t feel right. She darted over.

away from his father, who was so angry and furious. The father’s face flushed red with rage and he raised his palm to smack the son.

something you’ll regret.” Elysia said as she looked toward the boy. She squatted down to eye level with the boy and opened her arms in a gesture of peace, “Hey

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