The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 450

“In any case, Theo, as your uncle and your elder, I demand that you divorce this woman. You…”

Steven’s phone rang before he could finish.

He pulled it out, and his face immediately went pale.

“Uh, excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

As he started to get up, Theodore glanced at him and tapped a finger on the table.

“Take it here.”

“It’s just work…”

“So what’s the problem?”

Steven pressed his lips together. Perhaps afraid of giving himself away, he sat back down, crossing one leg over the other as he tried to look casual while answering the phone.

“I’m having dinner with my family right now. If it’s urgent, I’ll call you back later.”

Penelope rested her forehead in her hand. Did he really think no one knew who was calling him?

“Dad, help me! The warehouse is on fire, and I’m locked inside!”

Marico’s panicked voice roared from the phone. Steven froze for a second, then shot up in shock. But because his legs were crossed, he stumbled, hitting the table leg and falling back into his chair. He dragged the tablecloth with him, sending his plate and glass tumbling into his lap.

To make matters worse, his bowl was full of the hot soup Nydia had just served him.

“Ow! Hot! It’s burning!” Steven yelled instinctively.

“Dad! I’m the one who’s about to burn to death! Help me!”

Hearing his son’s desperate screams, Steven forgot everything else and scrambled to his feet, ready to bolt out the door.

“Even if you drove at top speed, Uncle, whoever’s in there would be nothing but ash by the time you arrived,” Theodore said casually.

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