If the other party was not his grandfather, Michael would have hung up the phone, as for the repeated reminders for him to get married!
"I will see to that, grandfather!" He hung up the phone, thought for a while and dialed Evelyn's number.
"Come to my office." He ordered. He had promised to be with her, but it seemed that he could only hurt her again.
Evelyn had abandoned all pretense of working that day. The headlines flooding the internet felt like a haunting echo of four years ago. The only saving grace this time was that the paparazzi had shown a shred of decency by blurring the child's face.
When Michael's name had flashed on her screen, she already ha dan idea of what was coming.
By now, the office was already filled with different sorts of rumors; everyone knew their history as exes, and now, the "mistress" labels were sticking to her like ink to a wash board.
