The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 368

"Investigate what? There's no need," Julian said coldly. "Messing with my family crosses my bottom line."

Julian continued, his voice like ice. "We won't trouble the great Mr. Harper to handle this. I will deal with it myself. Let me be perfectly clear: anyone who dares to protect that bastard Tobin is an enemy of mine, and an enemy of the Gilmore family."

His words landed with undeniable finality.

Garnett kept his head down, not uttering a single word.

"Charley, let's go." Julian and Charley turned to head back, kicking up a gust of wind as they brushed past Garnett.

Garnett remained frozen in place.

The events of that day played on a continuous loop in his mind.

He and Sigrid had been eating out when he heard Lavinia was "escorting." When he rushed over, he saw Lavinia standing there, covered in red wine, her eyes rimmed with red.

The very first thought that crossed his mind wasn't concern for her, but rather his own pride, the Harper family's pride.

When he dragged her out of the restaurant, he hadn't offered a word of comfort. Sigrid had instigated a little, and he had completely exploded on the spot. He had indeed called her "cheap," snatched the suit jacket off her shoulders, and left with Sigrid right in front of her.

That same night, he had even allowed Sigrid into his hotel suite.

Why had he done that? She was his wife. He was the one who had proposed and asked her to marry him.

Garnett stood paralyzed for a long while before slowly walking back.

When he returned to the main hall, he realized the banquet had already ended.

A woman clearing the tables told him, "They all headed back to the Estate."

Garnett froze. No one had even called for him when they left.

They no longer considered him part of the family.

No matter what, he still had to go back and face Lavinia, face his grandmother, face all of this.

Garnett's heart sank, and he quickened his pace toward the tea room.

As he neared the room, he heard his father's dry, grating voice:

"I always said Lavinia had a blessed look about her. She's destined to bring prosperity to a household. Lavinia and Garnett might have had some misunderstandings before, but it's time to let bygones be bygones. You should remarry soon, and give us a big, healthy baby boy next year."

The tea room fell deathly silent.

Then came Lavinia's icy voice: "That's not what you said before. Didn't you say I was from a lowly background with no class, entirely unworthy of the Harpers? Weren't you constantly pushing Garnett to divorce me so he could marry someone else? What's the matter? Did none of the Ford cousins catch his eye?"

She even let out a few soft laughs.

"Is Garnett having a hard time picking? He's not getting any younger. Tell him not to be so picky."

Standing outside the door, Garnett felt his heart dropping endlessly.