Page 71 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

Her phone rings, and she puts it on her ear.

“Hello?”

“He’s back already? Okay, on my way.”

She stands to her feet just as the call ends.

“I gotta go. Duty calls.”

She hurries off, and I follow behind her. At the door, she stops and looks at me again, her gaze softening.

“I love you girl. Please let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks.”

I wave and shut the door.

Eleanor is super perceptive and really thoughtful. I sit back on the sofa, holding my head. I have a lot of thinking to do.

The door opens again. It’s Mom.

“Hey, Mom.”

Just then, someone else appears at the door, just behind her. Dad.

As they enter, the look on their face tells me there’s trouble. Mom’s fingers are clasped together, Dad’s hands fall stiffly beside him, and his head is bowed.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

They both sit on the sofa beside me, and I sit up, looking from Mom to Dad, my heart pounding.

“Dad? Mom? Someone, say something.”

Dad takes Mom’s hands, avoiding my gaze.

“We have good news and bad news.”

What kind of good news makes people look like their world is about to end?

I swallow. “Let’s hear it. What’s the good news?”

“We might have found a solution to the money issue.”

“Okay, that’s great. And the bad news?“ "The solution is putting the apartment up for sale and moving back to Tennessee.”

It takes a moment for me to grasp what they're really saying. My breath hitches. Move back to Tennessee? No, this can't be happening.

“Did you say Tennessee?”

He nods.

Oh, God. How can we move back just like that? It’s too soon. The living room swirls. I want to protest, but I understand that they've exhausted all their options. I sigh. The least I can do is be supportive of this. Leaving everything behind is going to be extremely difficult. I've been in LA all my life, and moving back is a lot. And there’s Jason. I’ll be far away from him.

“Fiona?”

Dad’s call draws me out of my thoughts.

“Are you concerned about something?”

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