Chapter: 1170

Aimee lowered her head, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders.

She knew her father was right.

When her parents took her side, they undoubtedly offended Nikolas. To protect her, they argued with him and even threatened to fight. Now that she and Nikolas had reconciled, her parents were left in an awkward position.

She had placed her parents between a rock and a hard place. It was truly a tight spot.

"Henson, I accept your scolding without complaint! I deserve it. You showed me mercy. You should have scolded me harder, even beaten me!"

Nikolas understood what Henson meant. "As I mentioned before, Aimee broke up with me because I let her down. I wasn't a good partner. I deserved everything you did to me!"

Henson's lips were pressed into a thin line, his face still set in stone.

After a deep breath, Nikolas went back to the car and retrieved a brown paper bag.

"Henson, I understand your concerns," he said solemnly. "This is an unconditional property transfer contract. I've signed it, and I'm handing it over to you. If I ever step out of line again, you and Aimee have the power to strip me of everything I own, no questions asked!"

Nikolas had kept the contract under wraps, not whispering a single word to Aimee.

Thus, both Aimee and Henson stood, mirroring each other's shock.

"I've vowed to spend my life with Aimee. Even if she gets furious or lashes out at me, I won't leave! If she throws me out, I'll wait by the door until her temper cools!" Nikolas promised.

Henson continued to gaze at Aimee.

“Dad, please, don't be upset. He means every word he says."

"Let's go inside first." Henson's expression softened. “If the neighbors hear us, they'll think we mistreat Nikolas."

Bethany found herself pondering over the mystery of the bouquet of roses whenever she had a moment.

She was convinced it must be Jonathan.

He was the only one who would send flowers and remain silent about it.

As the workday drew to a close, Bethany lingered. Once nearly everyone had left, she gathered her courage and carried the roses downstairs.

Just as she was about to hail a taxi, a sleek black Magotan pulled up beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing Colt.

"Bethany, didn't you drive to work today?"

"No. Parking is too difficult around here."

"Would you like a ride home?" Colt offered, stepping out of the car to help with the flowers.