Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 513: Choosing a Location, Love, Excitement (1)_1

Mila Anderson once stood in the hallway like this, looking out the door with forlorn eyes as he left the house time and time again. What must her feelings have been back then?

Gian Horne suddenly felt that he was truly heartless and cruel towards his wife, even if he didn't love her that much. After all, they were husband and wife, and more importantly, she loved him deeply and unconditionally.

"RING, RING, RING..."

The Horne Family's home phone suddenly rang.

Gian Horne glanced over but didn't go to answer it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The servant, hearing the phone ring, hurried over to answer it.

"Hello, Horne Family," the servant said politely. Gian Horne sat back down on the couch and picked up a few newspapers from the coffee table to read. At that moment, the servant pulled the phone away from her ear and said to Gian Horne, "Sir, it's for you."

Without looking up, Gian Horne asked indifferently, "Who's calling?"

"It's Phoebe... it's the mother of the fourth son," the servant corrected herself, unsure whether she should refer to Phoebe Rogers as Miss Rogers.

All the servants knew about Phoebe Rogers's awkward position, but not a single one sympathized with her.

Hearing it was Phoebe Rogers, Gian Horne immediately closed the newspaper and tossed it casually onto the coffee table. Then he pulled out his mobile phone to check; there were no missed calls. Why didn't Phoebe call his mobile phone instead of the home phone? he wondered. However, he quickly walked over, took the handset from the servant, and gestured for her to leave before he asked quietly, "Phoebe, what's the matter?"

"Gian, will you come over for dinner tonight? It's been several days since you last had dinner over here," Phoebe Rogers's voice was calm, unlike her confrontational tone of a few days prior. Gian Horne had always favored her. Now, hearing her even-tempered voice, his own tone softened as he replied, "I'll see. If I decide to come, I'll call you."

Phoebe Rogers was silent on the other end of the phone. After a few minutes, she managed an indifferent "mhm" and hung up.

This couple, who had once come together under the guise of true love, had now reached a point where they both realized the other had changed.

Gian Horne felt Phoebe Rogers had become increasingly greedy. She used to be so understanding. She had willingly returned James Horne to the Horne Family for acknowledgment and signed an agreement with Mila Anderson not to fight over the ancestral inheritance. It was precisely because of this understanding nature that he felt he owed her the most. He couldn't offer her the legitimate status of a wife, nor could he remove the label of "illegitimate child" from their son, James. James also had no share in the Horne Family's heritage. Consequently, Gian's emotional balance had always tilted towards Phoebe Rogers.

But now, things were different. Phoebe Rogers had shed her previously understanding facade. She started demanding more money from him and insisted he rearrange matters so James Horne could also inherit from the Horne Family.

Although he was James's father, the Valence Group was now firmly in Glades Horne's grasp. As the former CEO, Gian no longer had the power to divide the Valence Group's shares. Furthermore, Glades Horne also controlled most of the family's other immovable assets and real estate. Besides the Old Lady, no one could redistribute them. The Old Lady had never liked Phoebe Rogers. While she was fond of James, she wouldn't be willing to change the status quo. The only way would be for Gian to transfer the assets registered in his own name to James.

Money, of course, was best kept to oneself. His life wasn't over yet. He wasn't about to transfer his assets to anyone.

Phoebe Rogers felt Gian Horne had changed, and it started after Glades Horne got married.

She felt Glades Horne had completely seized control of the Horne Family. Gian Horne, as the patriarch, was one in name only; Glades could even freeze his bank cards at whim. This made her realize how important control within the family was, and also that it was better to have money in her own hands. To ensure her financial security for the rest of her life, she had to start planning for her future.

Then there was her son, James Horne, whom she relied on for survival and cherished as her own life. Her son was clearly not inferior to Glades Horne! Why should all the best things go to Glades? Why did all the Hornes dote on Glades, love Glades, and why did he always get whatever he wanted? Her own son, despite carrying the same Horne blood, received nothing. Apart from raising him and paying for his education, what else had the Horne family given him? Her son hadn't received a single penny of the family's immense fortune. The assets he possessed now were all self-made. Even if her son was illegitimate, he was still a Horne. She felt it was unfair and hated herself for so easily signing that agreement with Mila Anderson back then.

That agreement had been signed at a law firm, with witnesses and lawyers present; it was legal. Therefore, to fight for her son's rights, she had to start with Gian Horne.

But for some reason, Gian Horne had been extremely cold towards her these past few days. She suspected it was because of her unreasonable behavior some time ago. So, she had quickly changed her attitude, trying a gentler approach again, but who knew...

Footsteps sounded from the doorway.

Auntie Mei came in, assisting the Old Lady.

The Old Lady was actually in fairly good health. Although she was in her eighties, her children and grandchildren still worried that she might fall due to her age, so Auntie Mei usually supported her.

"Gian, Mila and Julia have gone out," the Old Lady said, settling back onto the sofa. She then turned to instruct Auntie Mei, "Auntie Mei, Julia only had a bowl of pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles for lunch, and noodles don't keep you full for long. Tell the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner an hour earlier. We'll eat when Julia gets back."

Auntie Mei acknowledged and turned to leave.

"Mother." Gian Horne smiled and sat down opposite her. As they sat facing each other, he inexplicably began to feel a little guilty.

"You and Mila have had another fight, haven't you?" the Old Lady asked lightly, eyeing him. "Is it about Adele again? Don't always blame Mila for not raising Adele well. In truth, you're the most irresponsible one. When you were younger, you were busy with work and busy with your mistress. When Adele needed love the most, what were you, her parents, doing? Don't think that giving Adele endless money is love. Children need companionship and care too."