back.”
“I don’t want to rehash ugliness with you either Seth,” my father said in a calmer tone. “What I want is to protect you. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I may not have gone about things the conventional way but everything I ever did was with my family’s best interest in mind. I wanted that company for you, Seth and for my grandchildren. You can talk about how I got it in the first place and hold that against me, or you can look at the benefits you reaped from it. You can remember the long days I put in working to rebuild it after it became ours. I didn’t sit back and live off of someone else’s labor… I worked for it all.”
“But… it wasn’t yours to take Dad, and I can’t be okay with that.”
“Why Seth? Because it goes against your morals? Or because it goes against hers? Who is she to tell you how you should think and what you should believe? She used you to get what she wanted son; I hope that I’m wrong, but I just don’t see this lasting between you and her. Then what are you left with? Not a legacy for your children, that’s for sure.”
I didn’t answer that. I suppose it was a rhetorical question anyways. My mind suddenly went back to Grant and my suspicions that there was more to that relationship than Adele wanted me to know. Dad was right… she did use me and she admitted it. I wonder how many nights she left work and went home and talked to Grant about what a fool she was making of me. Maybe she was with him all along… and she still is. Maybe she’s still making a fool out of me. When we got to the ninth hole I finally asked him, “What is it that you think I should do, Dad… or that you want me to do?”
“I think that you need to stop thinking with your head down south and start using that Ivy League brain of yours. Just do me one favor son; keep a close eye on her. I think you’ll realize on your own eventually that you can’t trust her. When that happens…when it sinks in… get our company back.”
I hated that what he was saying affected me so much. I hated that it made me have doubts about Adele… or did I already have them and his words only perpetuated it?
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CHAPTER FIVE
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ADELE
Seth was gone when Grant and I got back from our run on Saturday morning. I had kind of expected that he would want to go home and shower and change… or that he might have things to tend to on his day off. What I hadn’t expected was for him to leave me a note that said he was going to see James. Why couldn’t he let that relationship lie? From what I’d seen, Seth didn’t get any respect from his father and very little love. He’d found out that James Hunter was a crook and a man so unscrupulous that he would steal from a child, yet he still tried to foster a relationship with him. I was beginning to wonder if I had made a grave mistake by handing half of my company over to him when he could just as easily hand it back to the man who still seemed to live only to destroy me.
After my shower, I went out into the kitchen and found Grant making breakfast. “Hey! Will Mr. Hunter be joining us?” he asked with a grin.
I sat down at the table and accepted the glass of juice he’d poured for me. “No, he’s gone,” I said.
“Oh, okay… I made your favorite, veggie omelets.”
“Thanks.”
He finished what he was doing at the stove and turned around, sitting a plate with an omelet the size of New Hampshire on it in front of me. “You want toast?” he asked.
I laughed, “No, I think this will be plenty, thanks.” Grant fixed his own plate and sat down across from me. I was poking my omelet with my fork.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” I told him. “Lately… I’ve just had some… questions, I guess about Seth and my relationship.”
He finished chewing his bite and took a drink. When he sat his cup down he said, “What kind of questions? Do you