Chapter 85

“But… I still don’t get it. Why does he have that delusion? Is that like, narcissism or something? Mom

isn’t even trying to get his attention, and yet he acts like she’s been following him around,” Evan

mumbled.

Elliot replied, “It’s kind of narcissism but not exactly. Rich folks tend to overthink things way more than

the average Joe.”

“Why’s that?”

“The richer you are, the more danger surrounds you, and the more enemies you have, which makes

you super sensitive.”

“How do you know all this?”

Elliot pursed his lips and said, “Because, I happen to be one of those rich people.”

Evan’s lips twitched. “So, are you always paranoid, thinking someone’s out to get you?”

“Not really.”

“Huh?”

“Because I keep a low profile. Other than you and Emmett, no one knows I’m loaded, not even Mom

babe in the So, no one’s out to get me. To the rest of the

woods.”

world, I’m just

Evan paused. “…No wonder Mom always says to keep a low profile. There’s wisdom in

that.”

Wealth under wraps is another way to stay low–key.

Elliot continued, “Mom may not be a genius, but she’s a good and honest person. Her advice is solid,

and we should listen to her.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should always listen to Mom. So, what’s the game n?”

Elliot let out a sigh and said, “First, we clear up Tarquin’s misunderstanding so he stops pestering Mom

and giving her grief. Then we dig into why he won’t grant her a divorce. Once we figure that out, we can

help Mom.”

Evan grumbled, “Can’t we just strong–arm him into divorcing Mom?”

That was still his go–to solution – brute force!

“We could, but it’s not the best move. Don’t forget, Mom hasn’t mentioned the past to us, nor has she

told us her real reason foring back. If we push Tarquin, we might rip

open

Mom’s old wounds and throw her back into the media frenzy. It’s best to avoid that until we have all the

facts.”

09:47

“Alright, so how do we clear up Tarquin’s misunderstanding?”

Elliot furrowed his brow, looking all grown–up, “Let me think on that.”

Meanwhile, next door.

Elysia was blissfully unaware that her sons were turning her world upside down,

She was handing Blossom her nightgown after her shower. It was a tad snug, showing off

Blossom’s curves.

Blossomined, “You’ve had three kids, and I’m still chubbier than you. That’s just not fair.”

Elysia chuckled, “You’re not chubby; that’s just baby fat.”

Blossom was the cuddly type- petite, cute, and absolutely adorable.

She snuggled under the covers and said, “I just can’t control my eating. I don’t want to, either. My motto

is: Life is short, so eating is crucial. Never deprive your mouth or legs. If you can eat two pieces of

chocte, never settle for one. If you can lie down, don’t sit. Eat well, drink well, rest well- that’s the

way to live.”

Blossom was a ssic foodie who wasn’t into working out.

Elysia climbed into bed, smiling. “With your love for food, you better treat Emmett right. That boy can

cook like a dream, and sticking with him means feasting like a queen.”

The mention of the little guy perked Blossom right up, “I know, I know! He showed me pictures on his

phone yesterday. Oh my gosh, just looking at them made me hungry! And he even makes perfume.

How can such a young kid be so talented?”

“Fashion sense definitely doesn’t run in my genes,” Elysia admitted.

Then Blossom asked, “They say giving birth is like a woman’s trial by fire. Was it really painful when

you had them?”

Elysia shrugged, “Honestly, I didn’t even have a chance to feel it. I don’t even know how it all went

down. By the time I woke up, it was all over, so I missed out on the pain of childbirth and didn’t get to

snap those first precious moments.”