Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 208

“Mom, I want to apologize to her in person. Can you help me set up a meeting?” Beasley could only turn to his mother for help.

Dorothy looked at him in surprise. “You really want to apologize to Willa face to face?”

She knew her son—cold and prideful to his core, and with good reason. He’d been independent since he was a child, capable of anything he set his mind to, never once giving her cause for worry. But that frosty, aloof nature of his was sometimes too much to bear, even for his own mother. He never offered the warmth or emotional comfort parents sometimes crave from their children.

So when Dorothy realized Willa had feelings for Beasley, she’d once asked the girl in private what exactly she liked about her son. “He’s so cold, so proud, and he doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. He doesn’t know how to make a girl happy. What’s there to like?”

Willa had blushed at the time, but answered candidly, “Dorothy, I actually first saw him back in middle school. It was at a national science fair—he won first place.”

Dorothy had stared at her in shock. “You fell for my wooden block of a son at first sight?”

Willa nodded, silent but admitting as much.

Remembering all this, Dorothy could only sigh. And now, her son actually wanted to apologize to Willa.

“I can try to help you arrange a meeting,” she said, “but I won’t hide anything from her. I’ll tell her straight out that you want to see her and apologize in person. Is that okay with you?”

Beasley nodded. “Of course.”

Seeing him agree, Dorothy felt a flicker of hope.

“It’s late now. I’ll wait for the weekend to call her,” she said, recalling Willa’s habit of disappearing into her work for days at a time—she only answered her phone or replied to messages on weekends.

Beasley had no objections. “Thank you, Mom.”

Dorothy nodded in satisfaction, but added a stern warning, “Whether or not Willa accepts your apology, you are not to give her any trouble. Promise me.”

Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

Dorothy sighed. “But Willa hasn’t reached out to me at all these past two months. I feel awkward disturbing her.”

She hadn’t forgotten the cold look Willa had given Beasley that day at the bistro, or how they’d ignored each other completely at the hospital.

“Don’t overthink it,” Vincent reassured her. “If our son wants to apologize, that’s a step forward. Whether Willa accepts or not is his business to worry about.”

Dorothy closed her eyes, listening to the steady beat of her husband’s heart. “You’re right. Whether our son is lucky enough to earn Willa’s forgiveness… that’s up to fate now.”

“Get some sleep,” Vincent said, his voice low and warm.

“Mm.” Dorothy answered softly, and at last, the turmoil in her heart began to settle.