The Breaking Point of Love (Celeste and Trevor) novel Chapter 554

That afternoon, when Celeste got home, Jordyn had just returned from school.

The moment Celeste stepped through the door, she heard her daughter talking on the phone. Seeing her, Jordyn's face lit up. "Mom!" she called out happily.

Then, whatever the person on the other end said made Jordyn's eyes brighten even more. She ran over with the phone in hand. "Mom, Dad wants to talk to you."

Celeste was stunned for a moment. Then, she took the phone, pressed it to her ear, and said, "Hello."

"Happy birthday."

Celeste didn't answer immediately. There was a brief silence before she finally replied, "Thank you."

By right, this was the moment she should've mentioned the gift he'd sent that morning, maybe said something polite in return. But holding the phone, she said nothing. Not a word.

Trevor didn't bring it up either. It was as if that extravagantly expensive gift hadn't come from him at all.

"I've got a lot going on over here," he said calmly. "I probably won't be back for a while."

Celeste understood immediately what he meant. She pressed her lips together, silent.

When she didn't respond, Trevor asked, "Are you mad?"

She didn't answer that either—her voice stayed flat as she said, "Anything else?"

"No."

The moment the words left his mouth, she hung up—clean, decisive. But just before the line went dead, she thought she'd heard him laugh.

Her hand froze around the phone. Her brow furrowed slightly.

Trevor had already told Jordyn he wouldn't be back anytime soon. So, for the next few days, the little girl naturally stayed at the Rodriguez residence.

In the next few days, he called home almost every day.

Harvey looked tempted too, but he spoke honestly, "Those projects he's in—normal folks can't just jump in. If something goes wrong, Trevor's the one who has to answer for it.

"Besides, these aren't small ventures. The capital requirement alone already shuts most people out."

They simply didn't have that kind of money.

Luther snorted. "If Trevor really wanted to help, there'd always be a way."

Wynn stayed quiet. But she knew her uncle wasn't wrong.

If Trevor truly wanted to give her family a boost, he absolutely could.

If this had been a month or two ago, she would've been certain—certain that he'd have gone out of his way to help her.

But now—