Dumped Then Claimed By A Billionaire (Nerissa and Owen) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Chapter 139

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Hearing his wife’s words, Leon nodded. “If Timothy gets better, it’s only right that we thank Ms. Anna.”

Allison added, “I’ve already promised Ms. Anna that once Timothy recovers, we’ll have him make her his god- sister.”

“Alright,” Leon said, having no objections. “You can decide.”

With that, Leon adjusted his tie. “I’m heading to the office.”

“Alright,”Allison said, walking him to the car. Then she told the driver, “Jackson, take it slow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the driver replied.

Only after Leon’s car disappeared down the road did Allison turn and head back into the villa.

Upstairs, Timothy was practicing the piano.

Allison clicked up the stairs in her heels, frowning. “Timothy, I told you to practice, but your head’s somewhere else, isn’t it? Did you even realize you just hit two wrong notes?”

Anyone else probably wouldn’t even notice.

But Allison’s a pro at the piano.

Timothy turned to Allison, looking completely wiped out. “Mommy, I didn’t mean to mess up. I’m just so tired. Can I take a break?”

He was utterly drained.

It was the kind of tiredness that Timothy couldn’t even describe.

Allison scoffed. “You’re just a kid and already whining about being tired? Seriously, have you no ambition at all? Practice properly, play it ten more times! If you mess up even one note, that’s another ten rounds! Keep going until you can play it perfectly. After piano, you’ve got your advanced math class, and then your Farician tutor will be here for a one-on-one session. When you get to sleep tonight depends entirely on when you finally master the piano!”

‘Mom’s words made Timothy feel completely hopeless,’ he thought to himself. ‘The pressure was so suffocating, he could barely breathe!’

Ever since he could remember, he’d been buried under a never-ending mountain of tasks.

“Mommy, I…” Timothy turned to Allison, his voice trembling. “I’m just so tired. Nerissa was right. Maybe I really do have to get that surgery after all.” –

Allison instantly lost her temper.

She was sure it was all Nerissa Jamison’s fault, putting all these negative ideas in Timothy’s head.

“Keep playing! If you keep faking being sick, don’t even think about getting any rest today!”

Timothy bit his lip, wanting to say something, but the look in his mom’s eyes made him shut his mouth real quick, he didn’t dare say a word.

‘I wish I could tell her I’m not pretending, Timothy thought to himself.

I really feel terrible… so miserable it hurts just to breathe,’ he thought, the exhaustion weighing him down.

But Timothy was only ten years old.

There’s no way a ten-year-old could ever change his mom’s mind.

Once Allison decided he was faking it, that was that, he was faking it, no matter what he said.

“Get back to it!” Allison barked when Timothy just sat there, unmoving. She snatched up the wooden ruler and smacked him hard on the back.

Timothy struggled to raise his arms, moving like he was underwater, and forced himself to keep playing.

Ten minutes later.

Timothy finally finished the piece without a single mistake. Allison crouched down, put her hand on his shoulder, and looked him straight in the eyes, her tone heavy and earnest. “Timothy, you’re the heir to the Mason family. One day, you’ll be in charge of the whole Mason Group. That’s why you have to be outstanding. All this piano, the advanced math, the Farician lessons, it’s all for your own good! You’re my only hope. I even sent your two sisters overseas just so I could focus on raising you. Do you think they didn’t long for their mother’s love when they were little?”

“Don’t you dare not cherish this!”

“This is your last warning. If I ever catch you pretending to be sick to get out of studying again, you can forget about having any fun on New Year’s Eve! Do you hear me?”

Did Allison, as a mom, really not think about her two daughters?

Of course she did.

She dreamed about them every single night.

But she had no choice.

If her girls were here, she’d have to split her attention between them and Timothy.

So, she had to sent her daughters abroad, that was the only way she could really focus on raising Timothy.

After all, Timothy was the only one who’d ever get to take over the Mason family.

Hearing his mom say all that, Timothy felt the weight on his shoulders get even heavier. He hung his head, voice barely above a whisper. “I heard you.”

“To be honest, Timothy thought, ‘I wish I could go overseas with my sisters too.

‘I really do. If only I could just leave with them.’

‘I envy them so much, they get to live far away from Mom and Dad.’

‘I really don’t want to be stuck at home with my parents.’

‘And the last thing I want is to be the so-called heir.’

His dad was always working, never around. And his mom only cared about his grades, she made him study nonstop, even when he felt sick, she still made him hit the books.

Living like this just felt meaningless.

It was just no fun, not even a little.

“What’s with that weak voice?” Allison frowned, clearly annoyed. “You’re a boy, not some little girl. Speak up!”

Timothy had no choice but to raise his voice. “Yes, Mommy!”

Allison finally looked satisfied, ruffling Timothy’s hair with a gentle touch. “See? That’s the spirit! Quit moping around like you’re about to keel over.”

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she asked, “Oh right, did you take your heart pills today?”

“Not yet,” Timothy replied, shaking his head.

Allison immediately had the maid fetch the heart pills and didn’t let up until she saw Timothy swallow every last one, only then did she finally relax.

*****

At the Sullivan family estate.

Nerissa was in Leo’s bedroom, giving him acupuncture.

One needle after another, her hands moved so fast they were almost a blur.

In no time, Leo’s body was covered in needles, glinting coldly under the light.

Half an hour later, Nerissa removed the needles.

As she pulled out the very last one, Nerissa’s brow furrowed, she noticed something unusual about the needle. She opened the door and looked at Mrs. Gibson outside. “Mrs. Gibson, go get my grandma.”

“Of course, Miss Nerissa,” Mrs. Gibson replied.

The New Year was coming up soon.

The eight uncles and aunts from the Berenson family, plus thirteen of their sons, had already headed back to

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Minttown.

Mrs. Sullivan was busy making paper window decorations with Mrs. Berenson and Hunter Jamison. When Mrs. Gibson came in and said Nerissa was looking for her, Mrs. Sullivan quickly put down the decorations. “Mrs. Berenson, Mr. Jamison, I’ll go see what’s up.”

Hunter Jamison and Mrs. Berenson nodded. “Go on, don’t keep Arie waiting.”

A few minutes later, Mrs. Sullivan arrived at Leo’s courtyard.

She pushed the door open and asked eagerly, “Arie, what did you need me for?”

“Grandma,” Arie called out, her smile warm and genuine.

She walked over and quietly closed the door behind her.

Mrs. Sullivan’s face was full of confusion as she watched Nerissa shut the door.

‘With Nerissa, if she actually closes the door, it must be something big,’ Mrs. Sullivan thought to herself, her brows furrowing in concern.

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