Chapter 20

The night was getting enveloped in darkness as Nathaniel lay on his bed, trying to find peace of mind so that he can embrace sleep. The weight of the recent conversation with his father and the complexities of his contract marriage with Olivia continued to linger in his thoughts, making him to become restless the more.

Just as he was beginning to drift into slumber, the soft glow of his phone on the bedside table caught his attention. The incoming call displayed the name "James Morrison," a billionaire friend and confidant who had been both an advisor and a source of support for Nathaniel in various aspects of his life.

With a resigned sigh, Nathaniel reached for his phone and answered the call. "James," he greeted, his voice carrying a note of weariness.

"Nathaniel, my friend," James's voice crackled through the phone, a mix of concern and curiosity. "I called to inquire about the conversation you had with your old man today. How did it go?"

Nathaniel rubbed his forehead, the weight