Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 The Video Call

Blake frowned. “Don’t ask why. This is my work arrangement. If I tell you to go, you go.”

Twistied

Ayla knew Blake’s style–decisive, straight to the point. Every assignment Blake gave was carefully thought out; that was how she held her place in Storm Group’s upper ranks for so long.

“Okay.”

Blake watched Ayla’s back as she left.

Ayla was the most capable person in the whole secretary’s office, but every time a promotion opportunity came, she would shrink back. She had been working for almost three years and still had not even taken a small team leader role.

Blake wanted to give her more chances to show up in front of Draven.

However, Draven did not show up at all that day.

Sacha waited the whole day, itching with curiosity. She was more hyped than a fangirl chasing a celeb.

Before leaving, she nervously warned the team, “Ayla… and you guys … please don’t tell my husband I was fangirling. He’ll tease me to death.”

Sacha’s husband was practically a legend in the secretary’s office. Whenever she craved a sweet drink, he would buy one for everyone.

And Sacha’s cup always had extra thoughtful touches.

He took care of his wife and also treated her coworkers well.

So, everyone had long been won over and promised to keep her secret.

After work, Ayla did not rush home. She drove half an hour to Anwell Premium Senior Care

Center.

The place was basically a high–end retirement community, with doctors, nutrition experts, and well–trained nurses on site 24/7.

Her grandma had Alzheimer’s and needed constant care. Being around peers and chatting during her lucid moments was much better than being alone at home, as it kept her spirits healthier.

Ayla visited once every month, always around the beginning of the month.

Just as she arrived at her grandma’s room, she happened to run into her aunt Juliet.

Juliet was on a video call, and she was not wearing any earphones.

“I was busy on your birthday a few days ago, so I didn’t have time to send a present. I bought you a diamond Patek Philippe watch. I left it on your vanity table.”

Skyla’s gentle voice came through. “Thank you.”

Juliet’s tone was full of affection. “You’re attending that gala this week, right? I booked an international haute couture designer for you. I have several pieces that even top actresses haven’t worn. Pick the one you like, I’ll have it sent over for you to try.”

Skyla asked, “Are you lending it to me?”

“Lending?” Juliet scoffed lightly. “How stingy. If you like it, I will buy it for you.”

Patek Philippe was ultra luxury. Haute couture gowns cost fortunes–a cheap one was a million, mid–range was five or six million.

Ayla did not expect her aunt to treat Skyla that generously.

Meanwhile, Ayla had not seen her aunt in almost a year.

Juliet had once acted in the entertainment industry. At 25, she became a B–lister, and just when her career peaked, she suddenly retired, married, and had a daughter.

Her marriage had lasted ten years before ending in divorce, and a few years later, she married Skyla’s father, Tobias Summer, who was ten years her senior.

Juliet now had a daughter in the first year of high school, along with three stepsons.

Tobias was a humanities professor, devoted to academia, not skilled in business or making money. After Ayla’s uncle moved abroad, Juliet took over the Walker Group and shared all its resources with the Summers, forming the Summer Group as it exists today.

Now, she was the CEO and chairwoman of the Summer Group.

Juliet was the second of her mother’s three children, the one who never followed the usual path.

Once she made up her mind, she was stubborn and would not be persuaded otherwise.

Some thought her marriage was a loss, but she was happy with it.

Ayla did not fully understand her aunt, but she was not the type to impose her own views.

Adults were responsible for their own choices, and Juliet seemed to be doing fine with Tobias.

What surprised Ayla was how good Juliet was to Skyla.

Peering through the door, Ayla saw her grandmother sleeping inside, while Juliet sat on the couch outside the partition.

She only caught a side profile, but her posture was elegant and relaxed.

Watching her, Ayla felt her jaw ache with emotion.

Her aunt resembled her mother more than anyone else in the world.

That was why, after her mother’s accident, Ayla had transferred her longing onto her aunt, relying on her almost as if she were her mother.

Juliet looked at the screen seriously. “Skyla, are you eating with friends…”

She had barely finished speaking when Ayla pushed the door open.

Juliet froze for a second or two, while Skyla in the video had not noticed yet, then returned to her normal demeanor.

“Who’s your friend?” she asked.

“It’s an old friend,” Skyla replied.

Then, Troy’s low voice came from the video. “This is the shrimp you like.”

Troy was serving Skyla her food.

“Thanks.” Skyla could not help but laugh.