Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 28

Anathea didn’t want to lose any more family than she already having made her decision, she closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Gregory had already left. She paid no mind to it and got out of bed to wash up. She thought he’d left for work, but when she went downstairs, she saw him slowly eating breakfast at the dining table,

“Good morning, Nat. Come here and have breakfast,” Brisa said he beckoned Anathea over with a wave. She then turned to Gregory and said, “Your wille’s here.TM

Upon hearing this, Gregory gave Anathea a cursory glance and retined to reviewing the company’s finances. Anathes brushed off his cold indifference; she was already used to it.

However, Brisa took offense to his attitude and snapped, “What’s the matter with you, you punk? All you ever do is work, work, and work! What, is the company going to collapse without you?”

Gregory made no retort and simply listened while Brisa nagged. When she took a break in between, he texted Martin and had the latter set up a meeting

Anathea had always known that Gregory was a workaholic. He didnt just have to oversee Sinclair Group but also its many subsidiaries and foreign ventures. He’d always strived to push the company to new heights, and every time she saw him, he was preoccupied with work matters.

The next second, Gregory’s phone screen lit up with a new message from someone whose contact he’d saved as “Nat“.

Anathea accidentally caught a glimpse of it, making her movements falter as she helped herself to the oatmeal.

The only person she could think of with the nickname “Nat” was Natalie.

Anathea noted how Gregory’s face softened when he saw the text. He picked up his phone and began typing his reply.

She stared at his side profile and watched him reply to Natalie’s message as if it were important. There was a time when Anathea had texted him often, telling him she’d cooled up a storm and asking him if he’d be back for dinner.

However, his replies had always been monosyllabic–If he’d even bothered texting back at all. He’d always been dismissive of

her

Once, Anathea might have believed he was born stoic and treated everyone the same way. She’d allowed the possibility that he was a little colder and more distant with her but never dwelled on it

But on one occasion, she’d caught him texting Natalie and realized he was capable of writing long, non–monosyllabic message Only then had she realized that he wasn’t stoic by nature–his indifference toward her had been deliberate.

Anathea continued scooping oatmeal into her bowl and dug in. The oatmeal was loaded with brown sugar syrup and seasonal berries, but for some reason, it tasted like ash in her mouth.

“What is it? Don’t you like the oatmeal?” Brisa asked worriedly when she saw Anathea picking at her breakfast. “Do you feel unwell?”

Gregory gave her a perfunctory look

“No, I’m all right,” Anathea answered, shaking her head as she ate a hearty mouthful of oatmeal

Gregory retracted his gaze and stood up. “Thanks for the breakfast Grandma. I’m off to work now.”

He didn’t wait for Brisa to reply before grabbing his jacket and heading out the front door.

“Wait!” Brisa noticed the folder he’d left on one of the chairs and yelled, “You forgot your documents!”

Gregory had left in such a hurry that he didn’t hear Brisa.

“That punk! I wonder why he’s in such a hurry. Doesn’t he know he left his documents behind?” Brisa grumbled exasperatedly.

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