THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 58

Skyler glanced back at Gordon. "Uncle, I'll be waiting for your grand blunder!"

With that, her eyes drifted to the car's mini fridge. She couldn't help but complain, "Uncle, you really need to restock the drinks in here. Girls like soda, iced tea, and maybe some lemonade—not piles of black coffee that tastes worse than cough syrup! Just a tip, Miss Kensington is obsessed with Coke."

Skyler had picked up on this a while back from scrolling through Miss Kensington's Instagram stories—twice, she'd posted pictures of her meals, and every time there was a Coke right beside her plate.

Gordon didn't even look up. "What she likes to drink is none of my business. It's not like I'm trying to impress her."

Skyler shrugged. "Just a friendly suggestion, that's all."

About half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a stately old manor.

A bronze plaque above the door bore the name, elegantly etched:

Sylvester Gardens.

Right in the heart of Silverhaven, where every square foot cost a fortune, Sylvester Gardens sprawled across twenty acres. The property was a wonderland of pavilions, reflecting pools, and winding stone paths—a genuine private estate, though nearly half of it was open to the public, simply because the matriarch of the Sylvester family loved the company.

Gordon, however, was a man who prized his peace and quiet. Ever since he'd come of age, he'd moved out, only returning for holidays or, at most, a monthly family dinner to keep his grandmother company.

Today was the day Beatrice finally came home from the hospital.

Inside the grand foyer, Beatrice had just learned that Gordon had narrowly escaped a brush with death, and the news had shaken her. She clung to Alaina's hand. "Alaina, why didn't you tell me something so serious had happened? Where is Gordon now? Are you sure he's alright?"

"He's fine now, Mom. I just texted Skyler—she said they're already on their way home. You don't need to worry."

Though Alaina was reassuring, Beatrice's anxiety lingered.

The truth was, aging had made her less afraid of her own health; what truly kept her up at night was the thought of something happening to her children.

Not until Gordon walked through the door did she finally breathe easy. She hurried over, gripped his hands tightly, and looked him up and down. "Gordon, your sister told me you weren't feeling well the other day and even called in a traditional healer for acupuncture. Are you really better?"

"I'm fine, Mom. I feel great now."

She kept holding his hands, scrutinizing him from every angle. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Really, I'm fine."

"If you're so fine, jog for me. Let me see."

"Jog?" Gordon blinked, a bit lost.

Beatrice insisted, "If you're healthy, jog a little—let me see for myself."

"Not yet." Skyler shook her head. "Uncle, honestly, I wouldn't count on Apex. Julian poached Jasper from their team—their company's barely hanging on, let alone putting a proposal together."

Gordon's expression darkened, but he said nothing.

Watching them disappear down the hall, Beatrice let out a sigh. "That child. Barely recovered and already throwing himself back into work! He really ought to rest a little longer."

Alaina laughed. "You know how Gordon is—he's the ultimate workaholic."

She paused, then added, "Actually, Mom, Gordon's quick recovery was all thanks to Miss Kensington. She may be young, but she's even more skilled than Dr. Zane from First General. If it weren't for her, Gordon might not have pulled through."

"We really must thank her properly," Beatrice said.

Alaina nodded. "I already gave Miss Kensington a card, but honestly, how can you repay a debt like that with money? Mom, she's beautiful, smart, and has the best manners. Don't you think Gordon should consider her?"

Alaina genuinely liked Caitlin Kensington and couldn't help but bring it up to her mother.

In the past, Beatrice would have been curious about this Miss Kensington and probably joined forces with her daughter to play matchmaker. But now, she had another candidate in mind, so she laughed and said, "Girls who study medicine are usually a bit quiet, and Gordon's already as reserved as they come—he barely says a word! What he needs is someone lively, a girl who can hold her own in conversation. Actually, while I was in the hospital, I met such a girl—her looks, her figure, her brains, her ambition—she's exactly the daughter-in-law I've always dreamed of!"

"You met her in the hospital?" Alaina frowned. "There are so many gold-diggers these days, Mom. Are you sure she wasn't just putting on a show after finding out who you are?"

After all, her mother had been staying in the VIP wing, and Alaina couldn't help but wonder if this girl was simply trying to get close.