Chapter 252 Visiting Jamie
The second Linden saw Jamie’s shabby little house, he let out a low laugh.
Helen would give up on him… for a guy who lived like this?
It was downright humiliating.
He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it creaked open.
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Wren stood there, gave him a quick once–over, and asked, “Who’re you looking for?”
“I’m here to see Jamie.”
Wren let out a stiff chuckle, her nerves barely concealed. “You’re looking for Jamie? He just stepped out for a bit. Come on in and have a seat, I’ll give him a call and get him back here.”
Every now and then, someone came looking for Jamie–but it was usually deadbeats with nothing going for them. This guy was a different breed. Sharp suit, polished shoes, confident stance. He looked like money.
Since when did Jamie start keeping company like that? she wondered.
Not that it was a bad thing. Rubbing elbows with the rich could open all kinds of doors. Stick around long enough, and maybe some of that good fortune would finally catch on.
Linden glanced past her into the dim living room and recoiled, his lip curling in distaste. “No thanks. I’ll wait here. Just tell him to make it quick.”
The place was a dump. He wouldn’t be caught dead inside. Just standing this close made him feel like his shirt needed dry cleaning.
Wren didn’t dare push it. She gave a quick nod and pulled out her phone, punching in Jamie’s number.
As soon as Jamie heard someone rich was waiting for him, he turned around on the spot and made his way back in a hurry.
But the moment he laid eyes on the man by the gate, he froze mid–step. “You …
On the way over, he’d tried to guess who it might be–maybe an old friend who’d made it big, or someone from his past he barely remembered.
He hadn’t expected him. The guy who took Helen away.
Linden gave him a sharp look. “So you do know who I am.”
Jamie managed a tight, bitter smile. “Graysons‘ eldest. Who doesn’t?”
Wren, hovering nearby, let out a nervous laugh. “Oh! You’re Mr. Grayson? My mistake–I must be getting old. Didn’t recognize you.”
Linden barely acknowledged her/His gaze didn’t move from Jamie. “Do you know Helen?”
Jamie’s expression tensed, and his eyes dropped for half a second.
Whatever this was about, it didn’t feel right. His gut told him this wasn’t just a casual question. If things went sideways, Helen could get dragged into it–and so could he.
Chapter 252 Visiting Jamie
Wren noticed his hesitation and jumped in. “He does. Our families are sort of distant relativer to i Somertons. We’ve always stayed in touch.”
If Mr. Grayson was with Helen now, maybe this could be a chance to pull some strings maybe even land. good job with the Graysons. That kind of connection could change everything.
She smiled at the thought, completely missing the way Linden’s eyes darkened.
His jaw clenched. His tone dropped. “Have you ever slept with Helen?”
Jamie’s heart thudded once, hard. If he was asking outright, that probably meant he already knew.
Lying might just make it worse.
Maybe telling the truth would not only clear the air–but also bring Helen back.
He straightened up, keeping his voice steady. “Yeah. I did. We slept together a few times. We were in love. But her parents went with you because you had money. That’s the only reason. She still loves me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come back to me behind your back.”
Wren’s face drained of color. She rushed over and smacked him hard between the shoulder blades, her voice sharp and low. “Are you out of your damn mind? Do you hear what you’re saying right now?”
She’d spent enough years working for the Somertons to know Helen like the back of her hand.
Helen had always dreamed of marrying into the Graysons. There was no way she ever truly had feelings for Jamie.
And Jamie? He was spouting out nonsense like the guy right in front of him was just some random nobody. Saying something that outrageous to Linden himself? That could blow up Helen’s whole life. Linden let out a cold, mocking laugh. “So you’re telling me I’m the one who came between you two?”
out a strained smile instead. “No, Jamie wanted to say yes, but the words caught in, his throat. He for that’s not it. I was never going to be enough for Helen. But you–you’re successful, and you can give her the future she deserves. If you love her, I’ll walk away, no problem.”
He was a man himself–he knew exactly how other men thought.
And once Linden heard all that, he wouldn’t want anything to do with Helen anymore.
Linden’s eyes went cold. “So what, you want me to raise your kid? Yeah, right.”
He didn’t feel sad–just sick. The idea of sharing a woman with someone like Jamie made him nauseous.
She seemed tainted now. He couldn’t even picture touching her again.
Seething, Linden stormed back to the house, ready to drag Helen out of it then and there.
But before he could even reach the stairs, Teresa stepped in and blocked his path.
She took one look at his face and knew exactly what he’d just learned: “Listen, son. Until you know for sure who the baby belongs to, don’t do anything you might regret.”
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