Book TRK
Chapter 144
He knew Cecilia wasn’t one for pearls; emeralds were more her style. These days, with pearls being farmed left and right, they hardly seemed special enough for her to wear. It meant that this particular necklace couldn’t have been her purchase.
Among her acquaintances, those who’d dare gift her jewelry were few, and even then, she’d only accept pieces that resonated with her
taste.
This pearl necklace had Rachel written all over it. That woman always aimed to be unconventional.
The thing was, it wasn’t worth much–a mere trinket. Just enough to make it awkward for Cecilia to decline.
Cecilia whispered, “I do like it. The craftsmanship is quite exquisite and it’s just a bit of fun to wear, that’s all.”
Tyrone squinted his eyes at her, “Take it off. Toss it. Don’t dawdle.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
When Tyrone got heated, family ties meant zip for him. It didn’t matter if she was his mother.
Cecilia couldn’t stand up to him. Through clenched teeth, she retorted, “Fine, I’ll toss it. Humph.”
With a huff, she ripped off the necklace and flung it to the floor. “Wilma, take it, get it out of the young master’s sight.”
Wilma hurried over, scooped up the necklace, and bolted outside.
Cecilia called out, “Throw it far!”
“Sure thing, ma’am,” Wilma replied.
Tyrone’s voice was icy, “Mom, remember what I said. Keep your distance from her.
gou’re just a
n in her game.”
Cecilia huffed and sat down, “I’m just bored, okay? You’re never home, and I’ve got no one,
“You could go abroad and live with dad,” he suggested.
Cecilia’s face turned to ice. “Unless he’s dead, don’t you dare mention him. I want to hear nothing about him, save for his funeral notice.” Tyrone nodded, “Alright.”
He never meddled in his parents‘ affairs. They had always been this way, and nothing was going to change that.
Cecilia changed the subject, “By the way, when I played cards yesterday, Mrs. Harrington asked about her daughter’s upcoming 18th birthday bash. She wants you there.”
Tyrone rubbed his forehead, “We’ll see.”
Cecilia stopped him again, “Wait, about that necklace you’re tossing, you owe me a new one. I want the best.”
Tyrone, blowing out a breath of irritation, fished out a couple of quarters Quintessa had given him and tossed them to Cecilia, “Go buy
then.”
Suddenly, Cecilia felt like shoving the coins back down his throat.
A couple of quarters for jewelry?
Watching Tyrone’s retreating back, she slammed her hand on the table and stood up in fury, “Get back here!”
To her surprise, Tyrone actually turned around. He wasn’t usually this obedient.
He strode back and snatched the coins from her hand, “Don’t bother counting, give them back.”
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What sins had she committed to raise such a rebellious son? How could he give her a couple of coins and then snatch them back?
No, that wasn’t right. Her son never carried such change on him.
Cecilia followed, questioning, “Ty, you weren’t conned, were you? Someone palming off their petty cash on you?”
Tyrone spun around abruptly, “Mom, you still haven’t paid for that emerald set you had your eye on, have you?”
She coughed awkwardly, “Oh. It just
Cecilia made a beeline for the door.
Ccurred to me that Vivian invited me for cards. I need to go.“.
Tyrone went upstairs and made a call, “James, buy me a suite at the Harmony Retreat. Don’t worry about the cost–bury them with my money.”