Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 58

AMELIA walked over to the vanity and picked up the phone, her fingers steady even though her heart was anything but. One glance at the screen confirmed what she already knew.

**Adrian.**

She rolled her eyes slightly, a tired breath escaping her lips. Of course. Hazel must have called him the very second she stepped out of that room. Amelia swiped to answer and brought the phone to her ear, her tone neutral, almost bored.

“Hello, Adrian.”

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” His voice came sharp and hot through the line, barely restrained. “Weekly boarding school? Are you serious right now, Amelia?”

She leaned back against the vanity, crossing one leg over the other.

“Good afternoon to you too.”

“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “Don’t try to sound calm like this is nothing. You made a major decision concerning my daughter without even informing me.”

“Our daughter,” Amelia corrected coolly. “And yes, I did.”

Adrian scoffed.

“You had no right. Hazel just called me in tears. Do you have any idea what you are putting that girl through?”

Amelia smiled faintly, though there was no humor in it.

“Funny. The last time I checked, you weren’t exactly concerned about what Hazel was being put through. Or the boys. Or me.”

“That is not fair—”

“No, Adrian,” she cut in smoothly. “What is not fair is you suddenly remembering you are a hands-on father only when it suits you.”

Silence crackled briefly on the line before he spoke again, slower now, angrier.

“This isn’t about convenience. This is about you punishing Hazel because of your issues with Charles.”

“There it is,” Amelia said softly. “I was wondering how long it would take you to bring his name into this.”

“Because that is exactly what this is!” he barked. “Hazel doesn’t like him and instead of dealing with that like a reasonable mother, you are sending her away.”

“She is not being sent away,” Amelia replied evenly. “She is moving to the boarding section of her school. Same environment. Same education. She comes home every weekend.”

“That is not the point and you know it.”

“The point,” Amelia said, her voice sharpening just a notch, “is that Hazel needs structure. She needs space. And frankly, she needs to stop thinking she can run this house because you encourage her defiance.”

“I do not—”

“You do,” she interrupted again. “Every time you undermine me, every time you play the hero on the phone, every time you promise her things you don’t follow through with.”

Adrian inhaled sharply.

“You didn’t even talk to me about this.”

Amelia chuckled softly.

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