Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 55

“How could you threaten your mother for a woman, Carter? Is that how you’re going to treat me after all that I’ve done for you?”

“Mom, we can discuss this when I get back. I’m working now,” Carter replied, doing his best to change the subject.

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for you to come back. The Larsons’ eldest daughter is back from overseas. She’ll be coming over to visit us today, so you’d better be polite.” Having said her piece, Faye immediately hung up.

Carter scratched his head in irritation. He strode over to the window and stared out of it glumly, lost in thought.

That night, he drove over to the Scott residence.

The Scotts ranked prominently among the wealthy elites in the city. Their place of residence was a sprawling villa situated just behind an unending stretch of trees. The entire landscape was fastidiously spruced and trimmed.

Carter parked his car and sauntered toward the entrance of the villa. A middle-aged man greeted him reverently, saying, “Welcome home, Mr. Carter. Mrs. Scott and her guests are waiting for you inside.”

Warmly, Carter replied, “Raymond, it’s been a while since I’ve met you. How are you doing?”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Carter. I’m still going strong. Mrs. Scott has greatly missed you in the month that you were gone from home,” Raymond informed him.

“Got it, Raymond. I’m just about to head in and make it all up to her,” Carter declared.

Besides Jack and Faye Scott, present in the living room were another middle-aged couple and a beautiful, fashionable young lady.

Carter furrowed his brows slightly. It was quickly wiped away, however, leaving Carter once again looking every bit the perfect gentleman.

He walked over and courteously greeted his parents, “Mom, Dad.”

Brimming with pride for his son, Jack replied, “Welcome home, son.”

Carter was evidently the apple of Faye’s eye, too. She sprung up and fussed over him, taking over the jacket from his hands. “You’ve been busy working all day, Carter. Are you tired?”

Carter shook his head. He turned toward the couple seated next to his parents and remarked, “Mom, are these our guests? I don’t think I’ve met them before.”

Faye swatted her head. “Look at me! I was too caught up in my delight at seeing you that I totally forgot all about the Larsons.” Faye proceeded to introduce them. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Larson and their daughter, Jennifer. They’re old family friends. Mrs. Larson used to carry you in her arms when you were still a baby. They migrated overseas when you were just five, so it’s no wonder you don’t remember having meeting them.”

Carter smiled and greeted them jovially, “Pleasure to meet you.”

He would usually present a mild-mannered front to outsiders. The smile on his face belied the thoughts that festered inside. Thus, no matter the catastrophe, no one had ever witnessed the full extent of his fury. The matter with Amelia was the only incident that had shown a glimpse of the predator lurking within him.

His thoughts were therefore uncommonly profound. The woman that he chose to love, however, would be immensely fortunate.

The Larsons clearly found Carter impressive. “So this is Carter? He’s even more handsome than what he looked like in the photographs. Jennifer, you haven’t met Carter before, have you? You used to hang around him when you were two.”

Jennifer was a demure girl, who looked gorgeous with her small face, rosebud mouth, and fair skin. She was the epitome of classical beauty. Along with her immaculate sense of style, her appearance was practically flawless.

“Hello, Carter,” Jessica said coyly.

Carter appraised her. From a purely visual perspective, she was indeed a great beauty. She was even lovelier than Amelia, with her charming air of innocence which could stir men’s hearts to defend her. Amelia, however, gave off an aggressiveness that conversely incited men to overcome and consequently overwhelm her.

“No need to be shy around me,” Carter asserted.

Jennifer replied him with a sweet smile.

Carter took a seat beside Faye, casually asking, “Mom, where’s Granddad?”

“He’s working on his computer in the study and will only be joining us for dinner. You can go and look for him first. He has something to tell you,” Faye said.

Carter nodded, then stood up. Addressing the Larsons, he said, “Mr. Larson, Mrs. Larson, I’ll be heading up first. Please make yourselves comfortable.”

The Larsons were even more delighted at his courteous manner and cried, “All right. You go ahead.”

Carter ascended the stairs. He knocked on the door and went in upon hearing his grandfather’s invitation to enter.

“Granddad,” Carter greeted.