When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 48

Layton finally lost his patience. “Alonzo, if you can’t eat like a normal person, just go upstairs.”

Alonzo let out a cold laugh. “Fine, I’ll go. Someone here is killing my appetite anyway.” He kicked his chair back and stormed up the stairs.

Dorothea didn’t even look at him the whole time.

Layton tried to smooth things over with a forced smile. “Dorothea, don’t take him too seriously. He’s just asking for trouble. I’ll deal with him later.”

Dorothea gave a small, easy smile. “It’s fine.”

Once the table had cleared out and it was just the three of them, Elise finally spoke up, her tone casual but her words sharp. “Dorothea, did you ever transfer the five percent stake Ladd promised you last time?”

Dorothea paused, her expression turning a bit cold. “Yeah, I did. Why? You still can’t get over my wedding gift?”

Her comeback made the air at the table go stiff.

Elise’s face tightened, her annoyance barely hidden. “Watch your mouth. Who cares about your wedding gift? Layton just doesn’t want you to mess things up. The company your father left you is enough for you to handle. Just keep the five percent in your name for now, but hold it for Layton. You can give it to him in a few years.”

Dorothea set her chopsticks down and dabbed her mouth with a napkin, her voice calm. “Layton, is that what you want too?”

Holding it for him? She knew exactly what they were after. They just wanted those shares in her hands.

She and Latham were only in a marriage of convenience. When they split up, she’d hand the shares right back to Latham, just like they agreed. Why would she ever give them to her stepfather?

Layton just smiled faintly, saying nothing. Elise pushed on. “What’s wrong, Dorothea? You don’t want to? If it weren’t for Layton, you’d never have gotten close to Latham in the first place. Even if you’re just his wife on paper, are you really planning to keep the wedding gift all to yourself?”

Dorothea pressed her lips together, her tone steady. “Mom, The Gresham is what my father left me. Why shouldn’t I have it? Or does the Brown family have a tradition of selling their daughters off for cash?”

Elise’s face changed and she slapped her palm on the table. “Dorothea, who do you think is selling their daughter?”

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