His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 135

In all their years of marriage, they had shared countless meals. Every single time shrimp was on the table, she hadn't touched it once.

He had never bothered to notice.

The person who "loved" Honey-Glazed King Prawns was, undoubtedly, Yelena.

Bonnie laid into Clive right then and there, lecturing him about prioritizing his wife instead of focusing entirely on his company and outside affairs.

Clive patiently absorbed the scolding, nodding along to everything.

Halfway through the meal, Bonnie set down her silverware, her expression turning serious.

"I could see it during the spring outing. You two are physically together, but your hearts are miles apart. Neither of you is putting in the effort." Bonnie sighed and turned her attention to Whitley. "The third anniversary of Shamar's passing is coming up soon, isn't it?"

Whitley's grip on her fork tightened.

Her grandfather, Shamar, had been the person she respected most in the world. He had been gone for three years, and she had held his memory close to her heart every single day.

Ever since she reconnected with her biological family, the Zimmermans had been endlessly good to her.

While the Nash family had favored Yelena and constantly pushed Whitley down, the Zimmerman family had been her ultimate safe haven.

According to tradition, the third anniversary required a formal memorial. There were many customs to follow and a lot of affairs to arrange.

"I've been slowly getting things ready," she said softly.

Bonnie nodded. "Good."

"It's a complicated process, and you won't be able to handle running around doing everything by yourself."

She looked at Clive, her tone carrying the weight of a direct command. "Clive, I expect you to help Whitley with the preparations. Put in the effort. Run the errands."

"You have connections. It will be easier for you to step in and handle some of the logistics."

Whitley's heart sank.

The last time they held a memorial for her grandfather, Clive had skipped the entire thing, claiming a work emergency. She found out later that he had spent the day keeping Yelena company.

This time around, she expected absolutely nothing from him, and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

She spoke up before he could, her voice calm but resolute. "That's not necessary, Grandma. I can manage it on my own."

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Once dinner ended, Whitley had no desire to keep up the charade in front of Bonnie, nor did she want to share a ride home with Clive. She made an excuse, claiming she had to go back to the office to work overtime.

"Overtime for what?" Bonnie immediately glared at Clive. "Is your company exploiting its employees? Why is Whitley working so hard?"

The old woman had no idea that Whitley had severed ties with the Sherwood corporate umbrella a long time ago.

It wasn't a name. It was just one word—

"Babe."

She let out a quiet scoff in her head and looked away indifferently.

Of course it was Yelena.

Clive answered the call through the car's Bluetooth, and Yelena's soft, sweet voice instantly filled the silence. "Clive, I'm done on my end. Can you come pick me up?"

Clive didn't agree right away. He glanced at the clock and offered a subtle frown.

Whitley understood immediately.

He wanted to go pick Yelena up, which meant she—the inconvenient obstacle—needed to vacate the seat.

Rather than wait for him to coldly kick her out, she'd rather walk.

Without a word, Whitley reached down and unbuckled her seatbelt.

She grabbed the door handle and pulled, only to realize the doors were locked.

Frowning, she turned back to look at him.