Chapter 45 No Room for Henry
It looked like her daughter wasn’t foolish enough to let go of someone who truly loved her.
As long as things between them eased up, Madam Mandy would feel reassured.
Her tone softened slightly. “Chase says you’ve been really busy lately. Is it still that resort project? I thought that had already been finalized.”
Before dinner, Peony brought over bowls of soup–small servings for all three.
Wendy took a sip, easing her upset stomach before responding. “That’s just one part. The resort’s already in motion. But there are other projects, too. The shareholders weren’t happy about the recent scandals, so I’ve got to give them something to chew on. Otherwise, they won’t stop hounding me.”
Madam Mandy snorted. “Well, whose fault is that?”
This was how their mother–daughter dynamic had always been. Chase was used to it–and always played peacemaker.
“By the way, Waylon came to see me at the office today.” Wendy said casually while drinking her soup, not looking at him.
Chase looked surprised. “What for?”
Wendy shook her head. “Not sure. I was in meetings after you left. Maggie said he didn’t ask for me, but once he heard I’d be tied up for hours, he just left. My guess is he probably needs help on
a case.”
“Then you should call him later. Don’t delay if it’s important,” Chase said.
Whenever Waylon came up, Chase was more anxious than anyone.
Madam Mandy didn’t know much about this Waylon they were talking about–just assumed he was one of Chase’s friends.
Waylon did have a tough case on his hands, and he was short on experts. He wanted help from Fiona–after all, a top–level hacker like her was rarely available.
After dinner, they didn’t rush home. Since the estate had rooms ready, they planned to stay the night.
Wendy and Madam Mandy went to the study to discuss business.
Chase showered and settled in the living room, flipping through the hospital group chat. Mostly gossip from nurses–nothing worth reading. He scrolled for a bit, then put the phone down.
Peony brought over a glass of milk.
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The butler had briefed her earlier that Chase and Wendy were technically divorced–but clearly on their way back together. Chase should be treated with full respect.
Chase gave her a warm smile. “Thank you.”
Peony blushed and quickly turned to leave.
In the study, Madam Mandy got to the point.
“So, what’s the story with you two? If u really like Chase, then stop letting Henry hang around. All those recent messes were stirred up by him. I’ll never let that man through the Quinn family’s front door.”
She was still the head of the family–and made that very clear.
Wendy leaned back in the cushy chair, eyes closed, and gave a quiet “Mm.”
“I hear you’re planning to work with the Harrison family. Shareholders have been complaining to me, saying you’re using the company for personal favors.”
That got Wendy to open her eyes and chuckle at her mom.
As expected, Madam Mandy followed up with, “I know you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t let feelings interfere with business. Even if you handed Henry a car or a house, you’d never use company assets to help him.”
Wendy leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and her chin on one hand. “See: Only a real mom understands me. Those shareholders just want to stir up drama–like gossiping.
aunties.”
Madam Mandy tapped her fingers on the table.
“So, tell me do you still like Henry? I told you back then, he’s not a good man. You didn’t listen. Took the long way around and dragged Chase through the mud with you.”
Wendy didn’t like the sound of that. Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean, dragged through the mud?”
“Am I wrong?”
Thinking about all the pressure Chase must have been under, and everything Henry had done since coming back, Wendy swallowed whatever rebuttal she was going to make. All she could say, almost sheepishly, was, “I’ll treat him well.”
“You better.”
That night at the estate, the two of them were well–behaved. Nothing happened.
Still, Chase found their relationship to be… strange.
Chapter 45 No Room for Henry
And almost all of it was initiated by Wendy.
Back then, she was always tired, working late, usually sleeping in another room.
Now, they were sharing a bed again–and Wendy even chatted with him about work. That would’ve been unthinkable before.
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Since Waylon couldn’t reach Wendy through Chase, he had no choice but to stop by the office again. The second time, he finally caught her.
“Waylon, you could’ve just called me,” Wendy said politely, waving Sammy off to make coffee. “You could’ve found my contact info easily.”
He raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Didn’t feel right. If I need a favor, it should be official. Besides… I’d rather Chase not know. I figure you feel the same.”
Wendy nodded. “Of course.”
In that case, there was no choice but to show up in person.
Sammy came back with the coffee and was about to leave again when Wendy stopped her.
“Get in touch with Fiona. Tell her Waylon needs her help. If Waylon’s asking, she can’t say no
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