Old Mr. Labbe said nothing, still focused on the antique in his hands.
Timothy turned to look at his mother.
The old lady, wearing reading glasses, continued scanning the newspaper. Sensing his gaze, she said calmly, “Timothy, you know I’ve never interfered in family matters—and I can’t.”
She had endured her husband’s infidelity when she was young. Only after her son rose to power did she finally get some relief.
Even now, she kept a low profile. Her husband was still alive.
And Old Mr. Labbe had always been ruthless.
She had no intention of provoking him in her later years.
