In an instant, every head in the room swiveled to face Timothy.
Naylor was the first to find his voice. “Timothy, are you out of your mind? Your shares in The Lawson Group were left to you by your grandfather to ensure you have absolute control of the company! If you give her your other private assets, fine, I won’t say a word. But giving her the company shares is the same as handing The Lawson Group over to the Zimmermans!”
“He’s right, Timothy. Those shares belong to the entire Lawson family. This is highly inappropriate,” Rebekah chimed in, practically seething with rage.
Nola Lawson looked aghast. “Brother, are you just going to leave us with nothing?”
“If you understand how important these shares are,” Timothy said, his voice dangerously low, “then you had better start treating her with respect. Because if you anger her, she has the power to dictate every aspect of your future.”
With that, he stood up. “That’s all I have to say.”
As he turned to leave, Naylor grabbed his arm. “Timothy, you can’t be so impulsive! This isn't a joke!” He looked desperately at Phelps. “Dad, say something!”
Phelps, however, was a shrewd man. He understood Timothy’s strategy perfectly. Timothy would never let his family starve. Even without The Lawson Group, a man of his caliber could rebuild an empire overnight. This was simply a power play to elevate Jessica’s position within the family.
“I entrusted The Lawson Group to Timothy,” Phelps declared calmly. “He has the right to make his own decisions.”

Timothy didn’t answer. He got out of the car and walked into the villa. Sallie watched him go before driving off, heading to the hospital to be with Henry.
Inside, Timothy sat on the bed in the master bedroom, his eyes fixed on their wedding photograph. In the picture, Jessica’s smile was radiant. He was the one who had slowly erased that smile from her face.



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