The Cherished Wife by Chweety

"Mom!" Bob cut her off, his eyes narrowing, a trace of annoyance flickering through them. "I know what I'm doing. Cascade City can wait. It's mine, anyway. Are you really worried I won't be able to handle it?" "Alright then!" Yitty pressed her lips together and placed her glass on the table.

Bob realized that this was a conversation where he and Yitty would just go around in circles. "You should get some rest, Mom. I'll head out now."

Once he stepped out of Yitty's tastefully decorated room, Bob dialed Sean's number. "What have you been up to today?"

Sean had just gotten home and was about to crash when his phone buzzed with Bob's call. The tone was pure interrogation. He quirked an eyebrow and replied, "What could I possibly have done? I went to see Noelle, just like you asked, didn't I?" Bob squinted suspiciously. "What did you tell Jade? She's called my mom, and she's absolutely livid!"

pressuring you, Bob! I can't agree to that, can I?" Bob's frown deepened. Things were unfolding just as

up, not me!" Sean grumbled, unable to hide his exhaustion. "I'm tired, and I've got an operation

Bob's voice turned frosty. "You know how I am. I'm a Jones, and you're a Smith. Remember, the Smith legacy will

Charles about it, okay?" Sean groaned, feeling cornered. "Sometimes I wonder if I owe you and Charles from a past life or something, the way you guys keep hounding me." He clenched his jaw in frustration. "Anything else, or can

phone, a glint of determination in his deep, dark eyes. It took a moment before he finally headed downstairs. He bumped into Sean's dad, Harrison Smith, who let out a weary sigh. "If Sean had even a smidge of your drive, I wouldn't be half as worried. You're

step up. Grandpa's getting on in years, and so are you. It's gonna fall to Sean and me eventually, but Sean's not exactly jumping at the chance,

a family empire, yet it feltdike they were childless for all the good it did them. Children of other families would claw at each other for a piece of the pie of the family's fortune,