Chapter 10
As Isabella’s guardian, Timothy was contacted by the police. After all, he had once taken Isabella in.
His eyes met mine, filled with guilt.
The Kingsley family had severed their ties with him, and now Lewis Group was just another ordinary company. It was no longer
the powerhouse it once was.
As for Christopher, his betrayal had come with consequences.
He had actually slept with Isabella.
Now, he was a shadow of his former self. He holed up at home, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Jacob supported me as we stood there, his gaze at Timothy cold and unyielding.
Timothy’s eyes then fell on my slightly rounded belly, shock evident in his expression.
“Lena, you…”
I nodded slightly, keeping my tone composed. “Hello, Mr. Lewis.”
The formality of calling him “Mr. Lewis” put an end to any connection between us.
He shook his head smiling bitterly. He knew that we could never go back to how things were.
Christopher’s life ended quickly. He was buried in the same cemetery as Mia. When I visited Mia’s grave, I saw Timothy again.
Seven years had passed, and he had changed so much.
Though barely forty, his head was streaked with gray. He had grown thin, and his posture, as he stood alone, spoke of a man who had seen better days.
When he saw Jacob and me, he had a bitter look on his face.
