Frank took a taxi to Laneville in the evening and was surprised to find Gina waiting for a while at the door.

Seeing him arrive, she promptly strode up to him and warned, “I take it you know what to say and what not to when you see the old man later.”

Frank chuckled. “You really should chase me away instead if you’re that worried.”

“What?!” Gina glared at him, shocked that he would speak in that tone with her.

Nonetheless, Frank ignored her and strode inside.

After all, he had no reason to play nice with the rest of the Lane family now that he and Helen were divorced!

As soon as he entered, he found Henry standing there with an apron, having cooked up a storm.

“What’s the occasion, sir? That’s a lot of food,” he said.

Henry was smiling when he saw Frank and walked up to grasp his hand. “Oh, you’re here, Frankie—you’ll find out soon enough.”

As the pair sat down and made pleasant small talk, Gina stared fixedly at Frank, fearful that he would say what he should not.

Helen arrived soon enough and saw Frank as she had expected.

Henry was the one who arranged her marriage with Frank, so he naturally valued it greatly.

It was precisely why Helen did not tell him about her divorce.

Walking right up to Frank, she asked, “Where have you been this afternoon?”

Frank shrugged. “I have no reason to tell you, do I?”

Helen snorted, greatly upset by his attitude. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’m not bothered.”

Turning toward Henry, he asked, “What’s so important, Grandpa?”

granddaughter is working at Flora Hall. I thought it’s the perfect timing

as soon as Henry was

longer family—why should they get

for

just stick to cooking and doing the laundry for

just arrange a job for Frank at the company. You don’t have

doesn’t have a job either. You should worry

every other day.” Henry snorted. “All he does is embarrass me… And

Gina

Bang!

door slammed open loudly, and they all saw

well, he bellowed, “You b*st*rd!

ready to swing it at Frank’s head!

bewildered—what had gotten into

Peter as he promptly sprang to his feet, “You wretch! How dare

some whore. I tried to stop him and he kicked me! My stomach

“What?!”

at Frank, “Amazing! And here I thought you had it together,

knew Frank well

I saw that myself,” Peter bellowed,

cool

simply smiled. “So you’d rather believe him

to her over the last three years

gone to the hotel to ask who that

a question,”

your brother, and

inhaled sharply—she never thought that Frank would be with another woman!

not expect him to get on the

an affair for a while

really

about you and Sean Wesley?

was her husband, she kept going out with Sean frequently—had she ever considered his feelings?

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