No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 590

"Dad, I was just saying that in the heat of the moment," Sewell said, backpedaling.

Old Mr. Ferguson's voice was grave. "York has the Vance family, one of the eight great families, behind him. He also has his maternal uncle, Cyrus Grant. You think long and hard about the implications of that."

Sewell's temper slowly subsided. "Dad, I just want York to stay away from the Watkins family and find a young woman of equal social standing. I'm doing all of this for his own good, but look at his attitude towards me."

Though his eyes were clouded with age, Old Mr. Ferguson's gaze was still sharp. "The boy is grown now. You need to learn to control your temper. Stop lashing out at him and his mother all the time."

"York has always been like me," Sewell insisted. "His personality has only changed recently. He must have been manipulated by the Watkins family!"

"It doesn't matter who he's been listening to," Old Mr. Ferguson stated. "He is your son, and he is the most suitable heir to take over the Ferguson Group. You should be trying to win his heart, not letting others drive a wedge between you."

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Late that night, at The Imperial Club.

York was drinking alone in a private room when Peter pushed the door open and found him.

York glanced up at Peter, then poured a glass of wine and pushed it across the table toward him.

Peter took the glass and set it down, his eyes fixed on the red mark on York's face. "Darleen said you had a huge fight with your family. What happened?"

York didn't answer, simply tilting his head back and downing a large mouthful of red wine.

Peter reached out and took the glass from his hand. "Is this about Claudia?"

York leaned back against the sofa, looking utterly exhausted.

He wished it was.

He wanted to break ties completely with his grandfather and father for Claudia's sake.

He wanted to give up everything just to stay by her side.

He wanted Claudia to see him, to give him a chance.

...

But it was all just wishful thinking.

Time flew, and soon it was the end of the month.

There was exactly one week until Claudia's birthday.

The temperature in Capital City had dropped sharply. Early one morning, Claudia arranged to meet Rae Blake.

Rae Blake clutched her coat tighter. "It's the weekend, for goodness' sake. Why are you up so early?"

"I need your help," Claudia said, linking her arm through Rae's as they crossed the street. "Let's talk as we walk."

By a little after eight in the morning, Claudia and Rae had arrived at the seafood market and headed straight for the stall run by Ann's brother and sister-in-law.

From a distance, Claudia could see them bustling around in front of their stall. She pointed. "The seafood I bought from this place last time was really good."

Ann's brother and sister-in-law recognized Claudia the moment they saw her.

Claudia gave Rae Blake a meaningful look, and Rae, playing her part, spoke up with an air of feigned disappointment.