The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 115

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy sat at the ornate dining table, his eyes drifting around the opulent room. The transformation of his family’s financial situation was nothing short of

miraculous. They had gone from struggling with poverty to dining in a mansion that seemed to scream of excess and luxury.

Timothy, though still reluctant to be there, couldn’t help but be curious about how his father, Kamran, had managed to amass such wealth after years of struggling with finances. The lavish surroundings, the expensive artwork adorning the walls, and the extravagant meal were all in stark contrast to the modest life they had led when Timothy was a child.

Kamran had always been a hardworking man, but their previous financial struggles had left deep scars. The fact that that any money issues just evaporated for them. left Timothy slightly stunned.

The family dinner, however, was far from elegant. Sitting across from him, his older brother, Andy, couldn’t resist the opportunity to make snide comments. He hadn’t even known Andy would show up, and the night would have been slightly more tolerable if he hadn’t.

“Remember when you used to play hockey, little brother?” Andy said with a condescending smile. “Unless you’re still doing that?”

Timothy’s jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He had heard these jabs from Andy before, but they never failed to sting.

He responded with a controlled tone, “I still play.”

Kamran, who had been mostly silent during the exchange, finally chimed in, his disapproval evident. “Your mother, the poor woman, always encouraged that silly. hobby. Look where it got us.”

The mention of his mother, Lydia, who had been battling cancer for years, struck a nerve in Timothy. He had shared a special bond with his mother, who had always. believed in him and his love for hockey. It had been her unwavering support that had fueled his determination to succeed.

Timothy kept his voice leveled as he spoke, “My ‘silly‘ hobby kept food on the table

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and a roof over our heads, Dad. Don’t forget that.”

“Timothy,” Kamran began, his tone flat, “you can’t hold on to your little fantasies. forever. There comes a time when you need to get serious about life.”

Timothy’s jaw clenched at the implication. He had dedicated years of his life to the sport he loved, and he’d nearly lost it all in the past couple of months. Kamran perceiving that as a hobby was still daunting to him.

He cleared his throat, speaking with a firm resolve. “Dad, I appreciate your offer, but you know how much hockey means to me. It’s not just a game; it’s a part of who I am.”

Kamran’s gaze bore into his son, a mixture of disappointment and frustration in his eyes. “Timothy, you have a future here, within the family company. My offer still stands. You could have stability, security.”

Timothy wasn’t ready to let go of his dreams. The roaring crowds, the feeling of the ice beneath his skates, and the camaraderie with his teammates were still fresh in his mind. Not to mention, Evie’s determination granted him the ability to continue.

stated. “Not

couldn’t resist taking a dig at Timothy’s expense. As always. “Yeah,

ice.”

had faced skepticism and criticism throughout his hockey

retorted, his voice tight with frustration. “Hockey has taught me

a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, what’s it given you now, huh? A bunch

sweaty

urge to lunge at his brother, but he knew that arguing at the dinner

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gritting his teeth, “but that doesn’t make what I do any less important.

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throughout the meal, but now she leaned in, her tone gentle yet persuasive. “Timothy, maybe it’s

like another slap to the face. He

for them.

on her face. “You know, Timothy,” she said. sweetly, “maybe a baby would help you settle down and see things

entertain that thought, Stella,” he snapped, pushing his plate

from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the dining

into the cool night air. There was a small sense of relief as he stepped onto the mansion’s expansive porch. Their harsh jabs bounced around in his head, obscuring his own

darkness, Timothy couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way to reconcile his love for hockey with the expectations of his family. His mother may have been proud of his

for his father, would

in the driveway, the door to the mansion. swung open, and Stella hurried out, her high

tone a mix of frustration and desperation. “Dinner

returning

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face her, his anger still

She stepped closer to him, her voice pleading. “You

does it make to you?

step closer, her voice firm. “You need to go back in

point. He had already been bombarded with his family’s expectations and judgments, and now Stella was adding to the pressure. “What do you know about what’s right for me, Stella?” he

into fists at her sides. “You’re making a big mistake, Timothy. You don’t know what you’re