Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 67

Grandma Grace felt a rush of anger seize her chest, nearly making her faint.

She fixed her gaze on Jordan, breath ragged. “Jordan, if you dare sell this house, I’ll drop dead right here in front of you.”

Aurora gently rubbed her grandmother’s back, murmuring words of comfort.

Grandma Grace clung to Aurora’s hand, her eyes unblinking and brimming with tears, so much left unsaid.

Aurora’s eyes reddened. She understood it all.

She turned to Jordan, her expression flat and emotionless.

“If you don’t want tomorrow morning’s headlines to read ‘Mr. Quinn Drives His Mother to Death,’ I suggest you back off.”

Jordan stared in disbelief. His daughter was threatening him—again.

Absolute defiance.

“You should be convincing your grandmother to stay here,” he snapped. “What’s so great about the old place? There’s not even a train station, the healthcare is terrible—what’s the point of going back?”

Jordan had sworn he’d never return to that backward town.

“And Eleanor’s not going back either, so give it up, Mom.” His tone turned smug as he brought up his youngest daughter. “She’s Ms. Catherine’s protégé, and head of R&D at the Chambers Group. She’s got a brilliant future.”

Most importantly, Eleanor got along well with Daniel and was obedient—unlike Aurora, who threatened him at the drop of a hat.

“No one’s going back with you. We wouldn’t be able to rest easy. Just stay here, where you belong.”

Impatience seeped into his words. “Stop thinking about the old house. Let it go.”

“You… ungrateful son!” Grandma Grace’s voice shook with fury.

Aurora’s face was cold as ice, a bitter smirk curling her lips. “And being head of R&D is so impressive? If not for Daniel, would Eleanor even have that job?”

“You’re proud of a position she only got through favoritism?”

The Quinns were hardly some dynasty of wealth—where did Jordan’s sense of superiority even come from?

After his meeting, Daniel stepped out of the boardroom, struck by an odd urge to visit the hospital.

He asked Aaron, “Is everything settled with the new studio?”

Aaron handed over a folder. “All taken care of, sir.”

Daniel flipped through the documents, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. The past weeks had been nothing but conflict between him and Aurora; this studio was his gift to her, a peace offering.

He hoped it might help thaw the icy distance between them.

“Did you book the restaurant and order the flowers?” Daniel checked every detail.

Aaron hesitated, guilt flickering in his eyes. “Uh, I’ll take care of it right away.”

Daniel looked up, his gaze icy.

Aaron’s scalp tingled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chambers. It completely slipped my mind.”