Chapter 607 A Brewing Storm

If Timothy had said that half a year ago when she had just returned to the fold of the Gibson family, Christina would have likely believed him without a shadow of a doubt.

However, she had discerned the Gibsons‘ nature after having experienced so much then and long since realized that her kinship with them was interlinked with interests.

She only agreed to Timothy’s request to take over the mess that was Gibson Corporation because she could not bear to see the fruits of labor for which her mother sacrificed her life destroyed and stolen.

Feeling that she should make herself clear upfront to avoid repeating the same mistake, she took a sip of hot milk and stated, “I promised you to resolve the Gibson family’s problems, but that only includes you and my mother. I wasn’t speaking of the current Gibson family. Everything I’ll be doing henceforth will be for the sake of safeguarding my mother’s achievements alone.”

A bitter smile tugged at Timothy’s lips. I listened to baseless slander and was blinded to the truth, once conspiring with others to plot against her multiple times. I’m unworthy to be her father, much less in any position to reprimand her!

He parted his lips in embarrassment. “It’s only natural that you hate me, Christina. I don’t blame you it. I’m sorry.”

for In response, Christina threw him a cold look. “I don’t hate you for the mistakes you did, but above all, you have no right to blame me.”

Timothy’s face turned deathly pale, and his shoulders drooped in pain. He waited quietly for her daughter to continue speaking.

“Ever since you and Mrs. Lazuli acknowledged me as part of the Gibson family, the two of you merely regarded me as a tool for revenge. Of course, I was also at fault for failing to perceive your intentions right off the bat. Now, I no longer want to be the blade of revenge in your hands. Gibson Corporation has reaped what it sowed while I’ve gotten my freedom. The end result of this farce has been very much fair. But I’ll definitely unearth the truth of my mother’s death. No one will be able to stop me from doing so, including you.”

Christina stared right into his eyes. Like a sharp blade, the chilliness in her gaze cut through the air and struck him squarely in the chest.

Timothy’s heart abruptly lurched. He lowered his head guiltily, appearing to be deliberately avoiding her gaze so that she could not read his thoughts.

A derisive smirk curved Christina’s lips. After finishing the sandwich on the plate before her, she placed her cutlery down.

“I’m done eating. When are we leaving for the cemetery?”

Timothy jolted out of his jumbled thoughts. “We can leave right—”

Before he had finished speaking, Jasper, who had just taken a call, strode over. He leaned down and murmured something into Timothy’s ear. At once, Timothy’s brows creased deeply. A glimmer of rage glinted in his eyes.

Sipping at the hot milk, Christina alternated her gaze between the two men.

A moment later, Timothy looked at her. “Christina, something urgent came up at home, and I need to make a trip back to deal with it. Rest at the hotel first. I’ll call you in a while. It won’t take much time.”

Christina gave a dip of her head. “Okay.”

Jasper then wheeled Timothy away.

Seeing that, Sebastian stepped forward and asked, “Do you have any plans next, Mrs. Hadley?”

Christina cast a glance at Lyle. “Follow them secretly and find out what happened at the Gibson residence. Ensure my father’s safety. He’s a key character to me right now.”

“Understood, Mrs. Hadley!” Lyle left after receiving his orders.

Shifting her gaze to Sebastian, Christina flashed him a teasing grin. “As for you, Mr. Taggart, just stay here and chat with me to alleviate my boredom. Talk about your love story with Victoria.”

Sebastian was slightly stunned. He could not help flushing to the tips of his ears and countering panickily, “Don’t make fun of me, Mrs. Hadley. My relationship with Ms. Lesley isn’t developing as fast as you imagine.”

At that, Christina quipped with a giggle, “Hmm... why are you still addressing her as ‘Ms. Lesley‘ when the two of you are already dating officially? Could this be a kink?”

Sebastian’s face flamed hotly, and his expression grew increasingly panicked. He wanted to end that mortifying subject immediately, yet he dared not do so.

Christina pretended to toy with her phone, but in reality, she pressed the record button and filmed him. Giving in to Victoria’s shameless pestering, she sent the video to her.

With her mission accomplished, she yawned and ceased teasing the man.

“I’m sleepy. I’m going back to the bedroom for a nap. Remember to wake me when there’s news from Lyle.”

“Will do.” Relief suffused Sebastian.

After leaving the hotel, Timothy sped to the cemetery, Although the entire Gibson family knew of his plans to relocate his wife’s grave, he did not inform them of the specific date. That aside, he decided to announce his decision to divide the Gibson family’s assets on that same day.

News of the division of assets had been kept under wraps all along, but for some inexplicable reason, Nigel learned about it and spread the word.

Failing to get in touch with Timothy, they all went to the cemetery to demand an explanation from him upon learning that he would be relocating his wife’s grave that day.

Timothy did not want them to have a direct confrontation with Christina, so he made up an excuse and came over to settle things first.

When Nigel lifted his head and caught sight of Timothy, he pushed the person before him stormed over to the latter. “I’ve only been away from home for a few days, but the entire family has changed, Timothy. You didn’t even bother to inform us about such an important matter as relocating away and Veronica’s grave. You’re really regarding us as outsiders now.”

Azure snorted coldly. “Putting aside the relocation of Veronica’s grave, Timothy, a division of the Gibson family’s assets is a major issue. Yet, you acted arbitrarily without discussing it with us. I’m still alive, and I’ve got the right to make the calls in matters of the Gibson family!” (D Timothy swept a frosty gaze over them. In a calm and even voice, he uttered, “Today is the relocation of Veronica’s grave. Are you all sure you want to kick up a fuss with me here?”

Noticing that the atmosphere was growing increasingly tense, Yerek intervened and tried to soothe Timothy, “Grandma and Uncle Nigel meant no harm, Dad. Let’s all talk nicely without losing our tempers.”

Timothy shot daggers at him, snapping, “You’ve got no business interrupting when your elders are speaking, Yerek!”

While Timothy had never liked Yerek much since the latter was young, he had fulfilled his responsibilities as an adopted father.

He had never failed to provide for Yerck, let alone yelled at the latter before.

Yerek went silent in humiliation, and his hands hanging by his sides balled into fists.

At the side, Anya could not stand watching anymore and griped, “Even if you’re angry, Uncle Timothy, you can’t vent it on Yerek.

He didn’t do anything wrong!

In the next heartbeat, Timothy’s sharp gaze fell on her. Her heart lurched uncontrollably. Gulping, she surreptitiously inched behind Azure.

Azure straightened to her full height and assumed an air of an elder, jerking her chin up a fraction. “Don’t take your anger out on the younger generation, Timothy. This is a grave issue, so you must give me and Nigel a reasonable explanation today.”

Wheeling himself to his wife’s tombstone, Timothy took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped off the raindrops on the black and white photo. His voice was cold and hard.

“Since the lot of you want an explanation, let’s lay everything out before Veronica today.”