Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 393

Daniel looked up. “Grandpa, what brings you here?”

Mr. Hogan Chambers settled onto the sofa with a huff. “I’m here to see just how hard you’re working yourself into the ground.”

“I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now—”

“Don’t make excuses,” Hogan cut him off. “Will already filled me in. You’ve been sleeping at the office, barely going home, and pulling all-nighters.”

Daniel set his pen down and rubbed his forehead. “There’s a big project going on.”

Hogan snorted, seeing right through him. “Nora left, and you’re upset about it, aren’t you?”

Daniel fell silent. Work was the only thing that kept his mind from wandering back to her.

If only Daniel had inherited the Chambers men’s notorious charm, Hogan thought. At least then he wouldn’t be heartbroken over one woman. But that trait had skipped a generation.

“Have you ever considered,” Hogan said, his anger fading as he tried to reason with his grandson, “if you work yourself to death here, do you think Nora would even grieve for you?”

Daniel gave a bitter smile. Of course she wouldn’t.

Hogan pressed on. “And what if she moves on, finds someone else, gets married? Your own child might end up calling another man ‘Dad.’ Could you live with that?”

Daniel’s hand clenched at the thought. He didn’t need to imagine it—he knew he couldn’t bear it.

Hogan shook his head, a mix of exasperation and concern in his voice. “If you keep running yourself into the ground, the only thing you’ll accomplish is making life easier for some other guy.”

Daniel opened his mouth, his emotions churning. Hogan had a point.

He and Nora still had their whole lives ahead of them. He couldn’t just hand her over to someone else by self-destructing. Even if they couldn’t be together, he could at least look out for her from afar—be there for her, instead of just watching while someone else stepped in when she needed help.

He closed the file in front of him and grabbed his overcoat.

Hogan’s eyes lit up, satisfied. “You’re going to find her now?”

Daniel’s voice was calm. “No. I’m going home to get some sleep.”

He needed rest.

Hogan grumbled but followed him out, relief evident in his expression.

“I know,” Nora reassured her. “Don’t worry. I have no plans to let you go.”

Carol’s worries vanished instantly, replaced by a beaming smile as she hurried off to work.

Looking around at the bright, orderly studio, Nora felt a sense of freedom she’d never known before.

She was finally free.

A backlog of orders from her days in the hospital waited for her attention, and she got right to work.

For three days straight, she barely had a chance to catch her breath, but at last, the workload began to ease.

Finally, she had some time to create a special fragrance for the old lady.

On second thought, she decided to make a blend for Shirley as well, to thank her for taking care of Payne.

Nora had originally wanted to bring Payne along to the studio, just as she’d done before, but Shirley insisted otherwise. She loved looking after Payne and was more than happy to help.