The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 917

"You..." Peter clenched his fists. "Tania has nothing to do with Zara."

"Really?" Jack drawled. "Like father, like son, huh? Some traits just run in the family, especially since your granddad, a.k.a. my dad, had some odd habits."

Peter's face turned stormy, and he let out a frosty huff. "Now that you're back again, you ought to swing by the Lennon estate sometime. We wouldn't want Sir Lennon thinking you kicked the bucket somewhere, would we?"

Jack's face twitched at that, but Peter pressed on, "Your darling niece Ari has been with the Lennons all these years, just hoping for the day she'd get to see her Uncle Jack again."

With those words hanging in the air, Peter walked out of the hotel with determined steps.

Tania was driving like she was in a high-speed chase, with the windows down all the way, letting the sharp wind blast through her hair and tousle her up.

Her hands were clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging on every word exchanged between Peter and Jack.

guessed that Trevon, the kind soul who had looked after her for three years, was actually Jack Lennon-Peter's uncle, the youngest

was sharp and calculating, a young hotshot who had made his mark in the business world before he was even

braced herself to meet an old man in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties. He was the

the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, driving far away from the hotel before she finally allowed herself

thought she had become unshakeable over the past three years, but after running into Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the man who had

flash

When the light faded, a persistent knocking on her window

stare met the man outside.

she could

concern-a

felt almost miraculous.

window, his voice firm. "Tania, open