Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 95

Trevon continued to smoke in frustration as he watched the snowflakes falling from the sky and landing on the treetops in front of the courtyard.

His chest felt stuffed. No matter how much he smoked, he couldn't get rid of the feeling.

Rachel pushed open the door of the living room and walked in. When she saw her son smoking, she couldn't help but frown. The company was closed for a few days because of the holidays, so Trevon was at home. She realized that her son's smoking addiction had intensified recently. Every time she saw him, he was smoking.

"It's not good to smoke too much."

Upon hearing that, Trevon put out his cigarette and walked into the living room. After closing the balcony door, the room instantly became much warmer.

He was not enthusiastic. Instead, he was a little cold. "What's the matter?"

Rachel automatically ignored his coldness as she was used to it. It would be out of Trevon's character if he was enthusiastic. "Have you prepared the New Year's gift for Grandpa tomorrow?"

This was a tradition in the Wilson family. Every year on New Year's Eve, the younger generation would prepare a gift for Theo. Trevon was no exception.

He continued coldly, "Yes."

Even though Trevon had answered her question, Rachel did not intend to leave. She did not look old even though she was 50 years old. She took good care of herself, so no one could see any traces of age on her face. "I heard from your grandfather that the two of you are divorced."

"Yes," Trevon replied curtly. He didn't like to talk about this.

It was rare for Rachel to be so talkative. "What do you think?"

"What can I think about after the divorce?" Natalie was about to leave the country. He couldn't possibly beg her to stay. He definitely wouldn't do that.

Rachel sighed in her heart. She didn't teach her son anything in terms of relationships. 20 years ago, Caleb had just taken over Wilson Group when he was met with a car accident. His lower body was almost paralyzed. At that time, Trevon was only 8 years old. Rachel gave all her attention to Caleb then. She only hoped that her husband wouldn't be paralyzed and neglected her son's growth.

When Caleb finally recovered, Trevon had already matured and his personality was already more or less developed. He was cold and indifferent to everything and did not seem to feel much.

Rachel was guilty that he turned out this way, so she especially hoped that Trevon could find someone to love and share his burden with.

Rachel hesitated for a moment. "If you like, I..."

"There's no need. I can take care of my own matters. You don't have to worry." He realized that his tone was a little harsh.

Hence, he asked, "How is Dad's leg?"

Rachel replied truthfully, "The aftereffects of the car accident can't be completely eliminated. It's already very good compared to before. At least he's standing, but when the weather is cold, his knees will still hurt. It's fine as long as he doesn't go out and keeps warm."

"Okay." Cold as ever again.

Noticing that her son had nothing to say, Rachel said that she would go downstairs to see if it was time for dinner. She also instructed him to smoke less.

At the dining table, Theo looked at his grandson, who was eating in silence, with disdain.

Theo glared at Trevon with every mouthful of food Trevon ate. Noticing the unfriendly gaze, Trevon looked up and met the old man's disdainful eyes.

Trevon cleared his throat awkwardly. "Grandpa, I got you a calligraphy scroll that I think you'll like."

Theo snorted. "My favorite girl has left in anger because of you. What's the use of that scroll? Can it turn into a granddaughter-in-law?"

Trevon was rendered speechless and thought, "Didn't Grandpa get the divorce certificate for us?"

Rachel was putting food into Caleb's bowl. She nudged her husband and gestured for him to help Trevon out.

Unexpectedly, Mary added, "That's right, Mr. Trevon. Mrs. Wilson is a really good person. She doesn't put on any airs at all and is especially polite. We all like her so much. She's so kind."

After the old man forced the entire Wilson's residence to watch the live broadcast of the rescue incident, Natalie gained many admirers from the Wilson's residence.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. When the old man heard this, he became even angrier and glared at his grandson for the entire night.

The day after New Year's, as soon as Natalie got off work, she drove Sherri's car to the Foster's residence with a trunk full of New Year's goods. When the two servants heard the long-awaited voice at the door, they ran to greet her.

"Miss Natalie, you're back. Are you here to celebrate New Year?"

Ever since Barron's death, Natalie could not get over this and chose to avoid going home. Now that she was back, the two servants were overjoyed.

Natalie smiled. "Yes. I bought many things. Let's make pizza together tonight."

The two servants' eyes turned red as they hurriedly ran over to help her carry her things. As they moved, they grumbled, "Miss Natalie, why did you buy so many things? Are you planning to stay here for long?"

As Natalie walked into the Foster's residence, which she had not stepped into for a long time, her sealed memories instantly surged in her mind. Every corner of the room was filled with memories of her and her grandfather.

There was laughter and banter, her grandfather teasing her, and the scene of her being educated by her grandfather. One scene after another played on a loop like a slide show in her mind. In an instant, tears blurred her eyes. She missed her grandfather. She missed him very much.

A servant noticed her emotions. "Miss Natalie, do you miss Mr. Theo?" She began to feel sad as well, and she choked up.

Natalie came back to her senses and wiped away her tears. She smiled and said, "Lena, I'm fine. It's just that I haven't been back for a long time, and there are just so many memories of Grandpa here. I'll move on. Don't worry."