Chapter: 159

“Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Ex-husband. Did you manage to upset Kaitlin again? Came crawling back to beg for her forgiveness?"

Quintin emerged, a smirk playing on his lips as he cradled a steaming cup of coffee, clearly relishing the drama unfolding before him.

"Where's Kaitlin?" Alan asked.

Quintin shot a look at the security guards. "You guys can take off. I've got this under control."

With a collective sigh of relief, the guards quickly dispersed.

Quintin took a leisurely sip of his coffee, seemingly indifferent to Alan's growing anxiety.

"Kaitlin's not at the studio. Why must you repeat this act time and again? You hurt her, then slink back here to apologize. Doesn't it seem pathetic to you?" The disdain in Quintin's voice was unmistakable.

"This matter doesn't concern you." Alan dismissed him with a wave and moved on to check Kaitlin's office.

As expected, she wasn't there.

"See for yourself? Kaitlin doesn't want to see you. Not just now— she's done with you for good."

Alan turned to find Quintin leaning casually against the doorframe, his gaze taunting.

Ignoring Quintin's jibes, Alan exited the studio, his thoughts heavy.

His recent interactions with Ashley had indeed stirred Kaitlin's anger and jealousy.

He had to clear things up right away.

Decided, Alan headed to the Hewitt family's residence later that evening.

Their connection had cooled significantly since the incident involving Miguel.

Upon his arrival, Beth barely acknowledged him, her gaze fleeting and detached.

"You're back," Beth remarked.

"Grandma." Alan greeted her with respect and took a seat, ready to catch up with Beth.

However, she rubbed her forehead and sighed deeply. “I haven't been feeling well lately. There's no one to talk to around here. I'm getting old and I doubt I'll be around much Longer."

Alan's brow furrowed with concern. "Have you consulted a doctor? Is something wrong?"

Beth waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, I've seen a doctor, but it was hardly helpful. He just prescribed a slew of medications. I feel even worse with each pill I take. If you truly care, you shouldn't let me continue to endure this misery."

Alan's lips twitched slightly, suspecting what she was implying.

Miguel was a fugitive. As long as Alan was after him, Miguel couldn't return to the country and was forced to hide in some unknown foreign place.