Chapter 182

Crownridge. The Fletcher family's villa sat atop the hillside. Sullivan had just returned from Nerehaven, clearly exhausted. Diana, lounging on the couch watching TV, lit up the moment she saw her youngest son. "Sullivan, go change out of those clothes first. I've got something to talk to you about after." Sullivan just nodded and, with that usual aloof look, walked upstairs without a word. Henry came out from the study and glanced at Diana's cheerful face. He knew right away what was going on in her head and frowned. "Diana, I really don't think we should bring this up with him." It's too soon-their relationship wasn't even close to being a thing. Diana didn't agree, threw him a stubborn look. "Henry, seriously? All you do is shoot down everything I say. He's 32 already! And he actually seems to like someone for once! How am I supposed to not stress about it?" Then she pushed again, "What about what I asked you? Did you talk to Rowe? What did he say?" The ‘Rowe' she referred to was Ga