In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 1614

“Have you forgotten that you have a son? He’s just as important, you know? If you don’t invest more time and effort on the boy, who’s going to take over your company in the future?” inquired John half-jokingly.

I seriously thought that John was trying to sow discord between Ashton and Audrey. After all, John wanted nothing more than to reclaim his place as the most important man to his niece. It doesn’t matter if it’s men or women. Both will do everything in their power to gain the upper hand when jealous.

“How I deal with my children is none of your business. For someone who has no daughters, you sure like to tell people how to raise theirs,” retorted Ashton straightforwardly.

Banters like that had been happening in the house several times a week over the past few years. Sometimes, it made me wonder if it was even possible to have the two men get along with each other.

Seeing how John was boiling with rage after Ashton’s goading, I decided it was best that I kept quiet and let the two duke it out.

It was not until the birth of John’s daughter that the tension between them eased up a little.

More importantly, as parents of three, Ashton and I realized that there were far more things that we had to put into consideration.

After the Wenville project, Ashton had to fulfill his promise to support Summer’s project in opening a bar. Neither the Moores nor the Stovalls dared to involve themselves in the industry, for they were afraid of the steep price they had to pay if they were to place their fingers in that pie.

After some thought, I suggested to Ashton, “Let’s have Joseph come over. I want to hear the information he’s gathered regarding the industry. After all, Summer is still underage, so I’d like to help her however I can.”

“Sure, tonight then. I’ve just ordered the man to work on controlling the public opinion. Summer should also be done with the cultural festival by then, so I’ll have her come over too,” informed Ashton.

“Okay, good.” If we could manage to be frank and always speak our minds like that, everything would become so much easier to deal with.

As soon as our conversation ended, a maid entered the house to inform, “Ms. Fuller, there’s a woman here to see you.”

“A woman? Who?” The maids knew the name of most of our guests, so naturally, I was puzzled when one of them simply addressed the visitor as a woman.

“She said that she’s Marcus’ wife,” answered the maid.