New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 40

Chapter 40 The confrontation

"Gretta, you don't look happy seeing me here.

"N-no, I was just surprised. I wasn't expecting to see you." Gretta chuckled awkwardly as she set her magazine down.

Robert quickly made his way to where Claire stood at the backyard entrance. "Claire, it's been a while," a hint of formality in his tone.

Claire's smirk was barely concealed as she basked in their surprised reactions. "Indeed, it has," she replied smoothly, taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere of the backyard.

"The last time I was here, I don't remember this furniture and statue Gretta, did you have it redecorate?"

"Um...well, you know me, I like to make everything perfect."

Robert, growing impatient, interjected. "So, Claire, what brings you here today?"

Claire raised an eyebrow, her gaze looking onto Robert's. "We need to talk," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Robert glanced at Gretta before calling for the maid to bring their son, Mick, inside. Claire took a seat on the couch in the backyard without waiting for an invitation, her posture exuding confidence. Gretta and Robert shared a look, Robert's eyes conveying a message to Gretta to keep calm and not escalate the situation. Claire observed their silent communication with a keen eye.

"Please have a seat. Don't be shy this is your house anyway," Claire invited Robert and Gretta to sit.

Lisa, observing the tension, crossed her legs and fixed her gaze on each of them in turn. Her eyes were sharp, like a snake assessing its

prey.

Breaking the silence, Robert addressed Claire. "What is it that you need to talk about?"

Claire leaned back on the couch, a contemplative expression on her face. "The house," she began cryptically.

Robert and Gretta exchanged puzzled glances. "What about the house?" Robert inquired, his tone guarded. Claire's gaze sharpened as she continued. "I mean my parents' house. Did you sell it?"

silence hung in the air as Robert and Gretta froze, their expressions betraying a mix

his throat,

trying to maintain composure.

do you mean by

are the current owners of the house that once belonged to my parents. Does that ring a bell

her mind already piecing together the puzzle. "I think it's time we had a

and Gretta, her arms crossed

the house," Claire began, her voice cold and hard, "and I'm not leaving until I get the

Claire," he relented, "I sold the

H

struggled to find the right words. "We didn't know what to do with it, Claire.

cut through his explanation, her eyes burning with intensity. "You sold my parents' house without my consent, Robert. That's not acceptable. And

rising anger. "We needed to move on, Claire. It wasn't about the

want to be sad all the time. So, we

Gretta's reasoning. "That's no excuse," my family, Gretta, what about my mother's

retorted sharply. "And speaking of

in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came

was both knowing and triumphant.

himself, his tone defensive. "I don't

her husband, her expression

between them, her mind calculating her next move. "To make things fair," she began, her voice measured, "how about you give me the Robertson Mansion after all it only makes sense since you two sold my parents' house?" a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. Gretta's eyes widened in alarm, and she leaned forward, almost pleading "Claire, please... We'll do anything, but

attention momentarily diverted to her impeccably polished nails. She enjoyed the power play, knowing she had the upper hand in this

his wife

raised a single brow, her expression unreadable. "Alright, I won't take the house," she conceded, causing Gretta to visibly relax. But Claire wasn't finished.

she continued, "But I want my

widened in

cut of short by Robert as he immediately

We will give you back your mother