My Relief

ss my heartfelt sympathies," Barrister Jackson said to Andrew. "Th

a man known for his pride and a reputation for

Andrew's father and is responsible for ensuring that

narrowing his eyes. "Come to think of it, I'm sure my f

ed firmly. "It's crucial that you

his brows furrowing as confusion spread across hi

ly," Barrister Jackson replied, sitting upright as he clas

rcumstances are his companies and properties to be handed over to you in full, unle

ething?" Andrew shouted, his voic

g with a mix of anger and shock. "How could my father do th

et's move on from this," Andrew said, his vo

er Jackson responded, his tone unwavering. "My advi

ness. Staggering towards the couch, he sank down, his gaze fixed on the beautiful, intric

umed by uncertainty as he tried to m

m ready and feel better to have this conversation," Andrew said

the door. "But before I go, remember this-before you make any decision, take time to truly

ndrew cried out, his voice cracking. "What k

gh his hair. "And to make it worse... we're having a child together!" He began pacing the sitt

f this coming." Still murmuring, he turned and walked out of the sitting room, each s

ond thought, he floored the gas pedal, speeding off with reckless fury, his mind a whirlwi

he parking spot, he slammed the car door shut and stormed inside. His face twisted in fr

ne second-guess whether he was ment

Andrew snapped, his voice seething with

tone apologetic yet upbeat. "Please, feel free to take a seat in the VIP s

tables and plush, glittering couches, reserved exclusively for the af

, extending her warmth both at work and in her personal life. However, lurking b

apology. "More importantly, welcome! What can I get for you, sir?" she asked, a

oice rising in anger. "Do I look like I'm he

ly, her voice laced with sincerity. "I w

is," Andrew said curtly. "Just bring me a bottle of

and I'll have your order ready in no time," Pamel

foot nervously tapping. His palms were slick with sweat as he a

ith a thoughtful smile. "Your order, sir," s

if I need anything else," Andrew re

stepping-I'm just a waitress, I know-but it's hard for me to ignore when someone

-rimmed and glassy with emotion. He shot a glare at Pamela, his

hell you are!" he snapped, his words cracking und