Chapter 452 Get a Room Upstairs
After Matthew left with Winona, Nicholas and Timothy also exited the clinic building, with Richard trailing behind, hunching his shoulders.
Timothy looked at him with a pitiful expression. From his angle, he could only see the man's cold, hard profile and his high-bridged nose. "Nicholas, what's wrong? Are you upset about Winona? Are you..."
He pursed his lips, and an unnoticeable glint of coldness flashed quickly in his eyes, followed by an innocent look. "Jealous of Mr. Watson?"
Nicholas paused, turned to look at him, his face full of seriousness and scrutiny. "Do you have some special feelings for Winona? Otherwise, why are you always probing about my feelings for her?"
Timothy was shocked.
Timothy moved his lips, just about to explain, but Nicholas interrupted him. "Timothy, I know you might have developed an interest in older women because you lacked motherly love growing up without a mother. But listen to me, this is not right. If you can't distinguish whether you truly love her or if it's a result of your childhood emotional deficiency, then this is an unhealthy feeling. While there's still time, you need to pull yourself out."
Nicholas didn't give him any time to explain and concluded decisively, "Now that Dad is abroad, it's just the two of us brothers here. As your older brother, I absolutely cannot stand by and watch you fall into such a terrible relationship. Otherwise, how will I explain it to Dad when he asks?"
Timothy's words of explanation got stuck in his throat. He looked into Nicholas's bright eyes, feeling that his brother was concerned about him. "So, what do you plan to do?"
If liking Winona could make Nicholas always pay attention to him, then liking her wasn't a big deal.
Nicholas frowned deeply, reluctantly saying, "I'll marry her. Although she's not my type, to make you give up and stop being foolish, I'll take over this mess. Once she becomes your sister-in-law, you'll naturally let go of those thoughts."
Timothy panicked, his eyes widening in protest. "No, Nicholas, you can't marry her..."
Nicholas angrily retorted, "She's not only older than you but also pregnant. Do you really want to marry such a woman? This matter is decided. From now on, you're not allowed to see Winona or contact her. Over time, you'll forget about her."
Afraid that Nicholas would really pursue Winona, Timothy quickly confessed, "Nicholas, I'm sorry. I bribed someone from the Bailey Group to trip Winona."
"You actually did such a thing?" Nicholas's face showed undisguised disappointment. "Did you ever think that if something happened to Winona today, Evander wouldn't let it go easily? The Bailey family has deep roots in Dreamopolis. They won't collapse just because of Zachary's disappearance or our short-term attacks.
"If this gets discovered, all our years of planning will be ruined, and all the spies Dad planted will be exposed."
Timothy said, "I thought you liked her, so I wanted to test your attitude. Nicholas, I'm sorry, I was wrong. But now that Winona is fine, Evander surely won't bother to investigate deeply."
"That's not certain. I heard Evander treats his employees very well," Nicholas frowned. "Who did you get to do this? I'll see if they can keep it a secret. If not, we need to deal with it quickly."
"He..." Timothy started to speak but then stopped. "No need, Nicholas. The person I found is one of Dad's men. He won't betray me. Besides, he arranged for someone else to do it. Even if Evander investigates, he won't trace it back to him."
Afraid that Nicholas would ask more, Timothy quickly changed the subject, "How's your headache lately?"
"Better, but I still feel like I'm missing a big chunk of memory."
"Dr. Wilson said your memory is confused, and what you've forgotten are things you imagined, not real. Don't force yourself to remember; the more you try, the more confused you'll get."
"But I even forgot what Dad looks like. Is Dad also something I imagined?" Nicholas said.
"Of course not. Haven't you talked to him on the phone? He just spends most of his time away, so we don't see him often. Even I can barely remember his face," he said, a clear hatred appearing on his face. "It's all the Bailey family's fault. Once they fall, Dad can come back."
Richard parked the car in front of them and got out to open the door.
They got in the car.
Nicholas instructed, "Back to the office."
Timothy said, "Nicholas, do you really have to go back to the office? Can't you take a day off since you're injured?"
"No time. The Bailey family is a giant. If we don't strike while the iron is hot, we'll fail. The only reason they've been suppressed by the Ramsey Group recently is that they haven't recovered from Zachary's disappearance, and Evander hasn't been in Dreamopolis for a long time, so his connections are a bit rusty. If we give them any breathing room, the Ramsey Group, which is just an empty shell, won't pose any threat."
They even sold their office building to pay off debts, so it really is an empty shell.
Timothy said, "Nicholas, let me work at the Ramsey Group too. I can be your assistant."
That way, he could stay by his side all day.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
Nicholas said, "If you want to work at the Ramsey Group, go train at a branch office for two years. When you come back, I'll give you a high-level position. Don't even think about being an assistant; it's a job with no ambition."
Richard, who had celebrated his promotion to Mr. Ramsey's assistant, remained silent.
Timothy stayed at the Ramsey Group until the afternoon. He wanted to have dinner with Nicholas, but his brother had a business dinner, so he had to go alone.
He went to a bar and ordered a simple meal. Having lived alone since childhood, he particularly hated quiet places because they made him feel lonely and isolated.
The bar's simple meal was mediocre, but the lively atmosphere made up for it, and he ate contentedly.
After dinner, it was only 7:30. Timothy didn't want to go back so soon, so he stayed at the bar for a while. While he was playing on his phone, a woman suddenly bumped into him. The soft woman fell into his arms, but he felt no interest, only that her perfume made him nauseous.
The woman leaned against him without getting up immediately, her red-painted fingernails flirtatiously tracing his face. "Hey handsome, got any plans tonight? How about we get a room upstairs?"
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