Page 64 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Robert, she’s so young. How can you know for sure that she’s the one?”

“Because Dad, she’s got dreams and goals. She isn’t just trying to chase wealth and marry for convenience like others,” I retort.

Father sneers, and mother clears her throat.

“But what if it doesn’t work out for her? She doesn’t have the grounded life that you do and—”

“Nobody normally does. You want to keep everything in your little clique instead of letting me branch out,” I snap, glaring at both of them. “And I don’t think that’s right.”

Mom and Dad don’t say a word. In fact, I think they’re too stunned to form words. Our food shows up, and they pick at it. Dad looks over at me, sighing.

“There is something else we want to tell you.”

“Let me guess, another girl wants me?”

“No, we’re moving to Bermuda. Your aunt and I are going to work on the land out there and grow the farms.”

“That’s good,” I reply coldly, picking at the fish I ordered. I avert my eyes, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. They clearly think I’m nothing more than some idiot who can’t properly decide for himself.

I sigh, annoyed, and my fork clangs as I put it down. I look up.

“Mom, Dad, I get this isn’t what you want, but Sara isn’t too young. I know her dreams, and they’re different, unique even. She’s wonderful, and I realize that she means a lot to me.”

I know I’ve screwed this up, but the words ring true. Mom nods, and Dad puts his silverware down. The din of the restaurant is almost enough to mask his words.

“Are you happy, Robert? If you go through with this choice and date her, even marry her, will you be content?”

I know my answer to that. It’s something that’s been ringing true for a while, but I was too much of an idiot to realize this. I nod, smiling.

“Yes, Dad. Sara’s perfect, and I love her.”

I leave and as I get back to my car, the regret settles in. I sit there, taking a deep breath as I clench the wheel.

I screwed up, but the truth is right here.

I love Sara, and I want to make this right.

“Is it possible?” says my broken heart to my tortured mind.

Chapter twenty-three

Sara

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay, Mom? You just got out of the hospital and—”

“Do Ilooklike I need to be babied,” she cackles, and I laugh at her words. She’s always been like this.

“No, you don’t. But your fall has me worried.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m strong, you know. It was just one mistake. A simple fall. It won’t happen again.”

“I hope not.”

Mom walks through the doorway of her small ranch house. The cane in her hand helps, and as she settles on the couch, I follow her inside.

“Your caretaker should be here tomorrow, but I can stay till then.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Besides, you’ve taken off some time, haven’t you?”

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