The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 110

Timothy stood in the bustling gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his body to the limit. The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, the clang of weights, and the hum of conversation filled the air. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of his life and focus on his own strength and determination.

Amidst the rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, his phone suddenly vibrated in his gym bag. Timothy paused, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, as he fished out his phone and saw his father’s name flashing on the screen.

It was unusual for his father to call him. The silence between them was preferable, especially today of all days. He needed to release tension, and his father caused the opposite effect.

Heaving a sigh, Timothy swiped the screen to answer the call, his voice strained. from exertion.

“Dad?” Timothy greeted, his breath heavy,

“Timothy, it’s time we had a discussion,” came Kamran Hayes‘ firm and measured voice from the other end of the line. “I need you to come to my office.”

Timothy’s brow furrowed in confusion. His father had always been distant, more preoccupied with his own business than with family matters. However, Timothy hadn’t expected his old man to actually develop a business in the years he’d distanced himself from the family.

Even more unusual was the notion of a “discussion” with his father, the master of evasion.

“Why?” Timothy asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. “What’s this all about?”

Kamran’s voice remained composed. I’ll explain when you get here. It’s important.”

Timothy sighed, looking around at the plethora of moving bodies around him. The activity was dizzying. Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Ending the call, Timothy continued his workout, a sense of unease gnawing at him. His father’s sudden summons was perplexing. Moreover, he couldn’t comprehend

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what hand landed the man in an office of his own.

The Hayes patriarch had always operated from home, occasionally fishing for get rich quick schemes along the way, usually at the family’s detriment. He had seemed well–adjusted when his mother first met him, but the illusion fell rather quickly just months into their marriage. That alone dwindled any trust Timothy had in him.

building spoke of wealth and influence, that of which his own step–father had obtained, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel out

by the smiling face of receptionist in a pristine white suit. He returned the smile and leaned on the

his son, Timothy,” he explained. He waited, but

course! Everyone knows you!” she said chipperly. “Your father’s office is on the top floor. Head

glass windows offered panoramic views of the city. The bright blue skies merely alluded to a nice day,

couldn’t help

light knock, Timothy pushed his way into the room. Kamran sat behind his polished mahogany desk, a pristine symbol of power and authority. The room was decorated with

as his son

replied, taking a seat in front of the

grow heavy with tension as Kamran regarded his son. Tve become increasingly concerned about the media attention you’ve been receiving

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father’s sudden interest in his life. “What media

sports coverage?” Kamran pressed, his eyes darkening. “Do sports channels usually cover romance

office door swung open, and Stella Fitzgerald waltzed in with an air of self–satisfaction. She was impeccably dressed, her fiery red hair cascading elegantly over

with an affected

and he turned his attention back to his father, searching

folded his hands together, his face stoic. “Timothy, I’ve heard rumors about your

lawyer,

“Well, Timothy, you don’t have a case anymore. Why are you two still involved

rolled his eyes. “We became friends. That’s not a

on a sharper edge. “Why are you making light of this? This bachelor lifestyle that you’ve been flaunting

jerked back his head. He wouldn’t call it a bachelor lifestyle, especially since he never wound up in bed with them at any point. Every woman that showed up by his side never lit a fire

Is it because you

step–brother, hit a nerve. It was a sore point in their relationship, a constant source of tension. Timothy had always felt like an outsider

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