I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 187

Gillian woke up bright and early, pacing relentlessly around the bedroom. Graham stepped out of the bathroom, amused by her nervous energy. "Gavin hasn't even brought it up yet, and you're already a nervous wreck."

She shot her husband a withering glare, acting as if the situation rested entirely on her shoulders.

"He's traveled to New York City for work countless times and never bothered to run home for the weekend. I figured giving him the silent treatment for a while would force him to cool his heels. But look at him, still as stubborn as ever."

"He's never been an impulsive kid. The fact that he's willing to come back and communicate is a good thing."

Remaining as deeply unflappable as ever, Graham patted his wife's shoulder, gesturing for her to follow him out.

As she passed Gavin's bedroom, Gillian knocked softly twice. When no one answered, she pushed the door open. He was already gone, his bed immaculately made.

"Looks like he's started his campaign with his grandmother," she said, looking back at Graham.

"The hardest challenges are solved through the easiest steps; the biggest problems are solved through the smallest details. It's fantastic that he knows how to strategize."

Gillian scowled at her husband. Was this man intentionally trying to sabotage her position?

"Why are you glaring at me? His willingness to actively communicate and tackle the problem is a positive trait. What if he just threw caution to the wind and dragged her to the courthouse with his ID in hand? What could you possibly do then?"

"He wouldn't dare!"

Even though it was just a hypothetical scenario, it was enough to make her blood boil.

Graham rested his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging the tight muscles that had bunched up from anger.

"Alright, let's hear the boy out first. I am absolutely on your side. But you have to commend his proactive attitude. You can't just shut him down entirely."

She shot him another glare. She used to admire how profound and principled he was, but when it came to their son, he was proving to be a master at playing the peacekeeper.

It was obvious Gavin had already gotten into his father's head.

She marched downstairs, finding the living room totally empty. Her mother wasn't in her bedroom either.

Spinning on her heel, she immediately marched toward the rooftop terrace.

"Where are you going? Help me make breakfast first," Graham tried to stop her.

"Make it yourself! Just because the housekeeper is off today doesn't mean you can treat me like one."

Huffing with indignation, she brushed past him and stormed up the stairs to find her mother and son.

Sure enough, Gavin was up on the roof garden helping Rosemary water the plants. They were chatting and laughing together, painting a picture-perfect morning scene.

Suddenly, she couldn't bring herself to shatter such a beautiful moment between a grandmother and her grandson. Clearing her throat, she waited until they turned to look at her before asking, "What does everyone want for breakfast?"

"I haven't had Savory Heritage Porridge in ages. Mom, are you cooking yourself today?"

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