All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131 Janet's point of view Her eyes moved across the room again, slower this time, taking each face in. "This is Jasper," I said, turning slightly and gesturing toward him. "He is the eldest. He runs his own company. He has been the one holding all of us together this week." Jasper unfolded his arms and gave her the particular nod he used when words did not feel sufficient. "And that is Williams, beside him. He is married to Tracy." I pointed at Tracy, who gave my mother a warm, genuine smile that reached all the way to her eyes. "Tracy owns the biggest boutique and supermarket chain in the city. She is the best person to have in your corner in any situation." My mother looked at Tracy, and something soft moved across her face. "Kyle," I continued, looking toward the foot of the bed. "He is a doctor. He is the one who performed your surgery." I watched my mother's eyes find Kyle and hold there. "He dropped everything to come." My mother looked at Kyle for a long moment. "

Chapter 133 Janet's Point of View He looked up first. His eyes found me across the room with the immediate directness he always had, like he always knew exactly where I was going to be before I arrived there. He stood up smoothly and crossed the distance between us, and before I had processed what was happening, his arms were around me. I went stiff. "Smile," he said, his voice low and close to my ear, barely above a breath. "She is watching." I exhaled once through my nose and made my body relax by degrees and curved my mouth into something that felt like a smile and hoped it reached my eyes because my mother knew my face better than anyone alive. He stepped back and looked at me with an expression that was performing warmth for the audience behind him and doing it convincingly. "Janet." My mother's voice carried the particular texture it had when she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "I am right here. The two of you do not need to hover in the doorway like teenagers." Rowan t

Chapter 135 Rowan's Point of View I stood near the door of the hospital room and watched Janet fold her mother's cardigan into the discharge bag with the careful, unhurried attention she gave to everything that mattered to her. She smoothed the fabric twice before placing it inside. Then she checked the zip. Then she checked it again. She had not looked at me in twenty minutes. I was not going to take that personally. Not today. Today required patience, and I had been practicing patience with a discipline that would have surprised anyone who knew me three months ago. Two days ago, Henry had called me. He had told me about running into Janet at the hospital. He had told me what he said to her, all of it, the full account of how Liz had operated and how I had been the one to dismantle it. He had told me how her face had changed when she understood she had been blaming the wrong person. I had listened to the whole thing without interrupting, and when he finished , I thanked him quiet

Chapter 137 Janet's Point of View The drive to New City was the quietest forty minutes I had spent in a car in a long time. Rowan drove the way he always did when he had things on his mind, both hands on the wheel, eyes forward, jaw carrying just enough tension to tell you something was happening behind it without telling you what. I sat in the passenger seat with my bag on my lap and my own thoughts, doing enough moving for both of us. My mother was awake. She was home. She was sitting in a bedroom in Park Avenue right now with a house attendant nearby and medication on the nightstand and a window that let in the kind of afternoon light she had always said was her favourite kind. That fact lived in my chest like a warm coal, steady and real, the one solid thing I could press against whenever everything else felt like it was shifting under my feet. And everything else was shifting under my feet. Rowan said nothing the entire drive. I said nothing, either. The silence between us w

Chapter 139 Rowan's Point of View I watched her walk through the gate and disappear behind the wall of Beckett Manor. I sat in the car with my hands still on the wheel and told myself I would wait. She had asked me to wait, and I had agreed to wait, and I was not going to be the man who said one thing and did another today of all days. So I sat. I watched the gate. I let the engine idle and let the quiet of the street settle around me. Then my phone rang. Agatha's name lit up the screen, and something in my chest tightened before I had even answered because Agatha did not call me. Agatha texted. Agatha sent short, efficient messages about medication schedules and dietary changes and appointment times. Agatha did not call unless calling was the only option left. I picked up. "Mr. Thayer." Her voice was shaking. It's not the kind of shaking that comes from nerves. The kind that comes from a person who has been holding something together with both hands and has just felt it slip. "