THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 58

Skyler glanced back at Gordon. "Uncle, I'll be waiting for your grand blunder!"

With that, her eyes drifted to the car's mini fridge. She couldn't help but complain, "Uncle, you really need to restock the drinks in here. Girls like soda, iced tea, and maybe some lemonade—not piles of black coffee that tastes worse than cough syrup! Just a tip, Miss Kensington is obsessed with Coke."

Skyler had picked up on this a while back from scrolling through Miss Kensington's Instagram stories—twice, she'd posted pictures of her meals, and every time there was a Coke right beside her plate.

Gordon didn't even look up. "What she likes to drink is none of my business. It's not like I'm trying to impress her."

Skyler shrugged. "Just a friendly suggestion, that's all."

About half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a stately old manor.

A bronze plaque above the door bore the name, elegantly etched:

Sylvester Gardens.

Right in the heart of Silverhaven, where every square foot cost a fortune, Sylvester Gardens sprawled across twenty acres. The property was a wonderland of pavilions, reflecting pools, and winding stone paths—a genuine private estate, though nearly half of it was open to the public, simply because the matriarch of the Sylvester family loved the company.

Gordon, however, was a man who prized his peace and quiet. Ever since he'd come of age, he'd moved out, only returning for holidays or, at most, a monthly family dinner to keep his grandmother company.

Today was the day Beatrice finally came home from the hospital.

Inside the grand foyer, Beatrice had just learned that Gordon had narrowly escaped a brush with death, and the news had shaken her. She clung to Alaina's hand. "Alaina, why didn't you tell me something so serious had happened? Where is Gordon now? Are you sure he's alright?"

"He's fine now, Mom. I just texted Skyler—she said they're already on their way home. You don't need to worry."

Though Alaina was reassuring, Beatrice's anxiety lingered.

The truth was, aging had made her less afraid of her own health; what truly kept her up at night was the thought of something happening to her children.

Not until Gordon walked through the door did she finally breathe easy. She hurried over, gripped his hands tightly, and looked him up and down. "Gordon, your sister told me you weren't feeling well the other day and even called in a traditional healer for acupuncture. Are you really better?"

"I'm fine, Mom. I feel great now."

She kept holding his hands, scrutinizing him from every angle. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Really, I'm fine."

"If you're so fine, jog for me. Let me see."

"Jog?" Gordon blinked, a bit lost.

Beatrice insisted, "If you're healthy, jog a little—let me see for myself."

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