The Hockey Star’s Remorse by Riley Above Story novel Chapter 142

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Chapter 142 

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was a new day, but the remnants of last night’s escapade weighed 

heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects. of the alcohol that had fueled my 

behavior. 

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As I reluctantly climbed out of bed, I couldn’t help but cringe at the memories of the previous night. Singing a love song on stage, embarrassing myself in front of a crowd–it was all so unlike me. But then again, nothing about my life lately had been typical. 

I glanced at the clock and realized that I was running late for my meeting with Scarlett at the estate. I hurriedly dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, attempting to conceal the remnants of my hangover. 

The drive to the estate was quiet and reflective, the scenery passing by in a blur. I couldn’t help but mull over the events of the past few weeks–the legal battle with Stella, Timothy’s engagement, and my own tangled emotions. 

When I arrived at the estate, I expected to find Scarlett waiting for me, ready to dive into our strategy for the upcoming lawsuit. But to my surprise, it was Timothy who greeted me at the door, his expression somber and his demeanor more serious than I had ever seen him. 

“Timothy,” I stammered, taken aback by his presence. “What are you doing here?” 

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Stella had some errands to run, so I offered to step in and discuss things with you and Scarlett.” 

I blinked, my mind struggling to process this new development. Timothy, the same man who had once been my confidant and friend, was now fully committed. to supporting Stella. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling disoriented and unsettled. 

Scarlett arrived a few moments later, her expression one of mild annoyance. “Typical Stella, always keeping us waiting.” 

The Fitzgerald estate sprawled before us, its grandeur and history evident in every meticulously crafted detail. It was a place of opulence and elegance, a symbol of a bygone era, and today, it was the epicenter of our legal battle. 

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We walked along the cobblestone path that led to the front entrance, the grandeur of the estate looming over us like a silent sentinel. The morning sun bathed the property in a warm, golden light, but the atmosphere was far from serene. It was a battleground, and the stakes were high. 

Timothy, his expression serious, attempted to negotiate certain assets of the estate, hoping to reach a compromise that would satisfy all parties involved. But Scarlett and I were resolute in our stance–the entire estate had been designated to go to her, while Stella had retained ownership of the smaller property. 

Scarlett turned to Timothy, her voice unwavering. “This estate holds immense. sentimental value for me, Timothy. I won’t let my sister snatch it away like she has with everything else.” 

Timothy looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s so special about this place, Scarlett? It’s just a piece of property.” 

Scarlett’s eyes blazed with fury, and she took a step closer to Timothy. “It’s not just a piece of property, Timothy. It’s a piece of our history, a legacy that I refuse to let them take from me.” 

“Who’s ‘they‘ exactly?” Timothy questioned. 

“Your fiancé and brother!” Scarlett snapped. “Don’t you pay attention to the people around you?” 

Timothy turned his gaze toward me. “Why would Andy be concerned with all of this?” 

His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of suspicion and uncertainty. Timothy’s concern was evident, and it was clear that he was desperate for answers. 

I hesitated, torn between sharing my suspicions and keeping them to myself. The mere thought of exposing what could potentially be something innocent between Andy and Stella felt like grasping at straws, and I didn’t want to give Timothy false information without solid evidence. This could also cause conflict with Timothy and Stella, which complicated things with a baby involved. 

“Timothy, I can’t say for certain,” I replied cautiously. “It’s possible that Andy has his own reasons, but I wouldn’t want to make any assumptions.” 

Timothy’s frustration was evident, and he ran a hand through his hair in 

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exasperation. “I just don’t understand why they’re so adamant about this estate. My family could pay a pretty penny for it, and it would benefit everyone.” 

I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him then. “Since when did you become a businessman, Timothy?” 

He signed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m just doing what’s necessary, Evie.” 

I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Timothy’s words than met the eye. His demeanor had shifted, and I couldn’t help but question his integrity in this legal battle. 

“Is this really what you want, Timothy?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “To fight over property and assets? Is this the person you’ve become?” 

Timothy appeared conflicted, his gaze fixed on me as if searching for answers. “Look, I’ll see what I can do about this, but I can’t promise anything,” he finally said, his voice filled with uncertainty, before turning and walking away. 

We watched him go before Scarlett turned to me, her expression resolute. “Evie, I don’t want to negotiate with Stella over this estate. We need more information, and that means you have to get closer to Andy.” 

I grimaced at the thought of seeing Andy again. One time around the Hayes family was enough to send me spiraling. But then I recalled the substantial sum Scarlett had already paid me, with the promise of more to come if our case was successful. 

As much as it pained me to proceed, I couldn’t afford not to. 

Reluctantly, I nodded. “I’ll try to get more information from Andy.” 

Scarlett placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, her eyes glittering. “We have to do whatever it takes, Evie. This is for your sake as well.” 

As I watched Scarlett, her resolve unwavering, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of duty and determination rise within me. She was right. I had promised never to let my own fears cloud my sense of justice.