Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411

“Master George, welcome home…”

The servant’s voice carried through the space. Arista had already suspected it might be George. Normally, the servants wouldn’t open the door directly.

George had called earlier to say he was returning to the country tonight. Arista, worried no one would be home when he arrived, had sent him a message after she reached Khloe’s place.

Since Nick’s accident, George had only made a few calls to ask about the situation and had never visited Nick in person. His absence had left not just Nick cold-hearted, but the whole family simmering with unspoken resentment.

“Why have you come here?”

Loretta’s smile vanished the moment she saw George.

“For a family meal. Why wasn’t I invited?” George’s voice was cold as he handed his coat to the servant, then stepped toward the dining table with heavy, deliberate strides.

Khloe was about to rise, but Nick gently held her arm down.

One hand held his bowl; the other pressed lightly on hers. He didn’t look up, as if he hadn’t noticed George’s piercing gaze sweeping across him.

“Nick…”

“Eat,” Nick murmured, picking up some food and placing it carefully into Khloe’s bowl.

He didn’t sit, his gaze fixed squarely on Nick. Nick said nothing, didn’t even glance at him.

George had just finished a long day of work and rushed back to the country. He couldn’t fathom how anyone could think his son’s injuries left him unmoved-especially Nick, whom he’d known carried resentment toward him since childhood.

He couldn’t stand Nick’s apparent helplessness. A man should have backbone! Pain and setbacks happen to everyone-so what? One survives and endures. If it were him, he would never let the whole family coddle him while he acted like the world owed him everything.

“George, what are you saying?” Loretta snapped. “You’re getting colder with age! Your son barely survived- he’s still recovering and you come here just to scowl at him? Can’t you say a kind word?”

Leon, worried she’d get worked up, cleared his throat and furrowed his brow. “Enough. If you want to eat, sit down and eat. Say less. If you don’t wish to share a proper meal, then leave.”