Invincible Heir

Chapter 148 Quarrel

This was the first time Baron had talked like this to Sherry. He really was angry.

In their room, Tracy wiped off her tears, looked at Baron and said, “I’m sorry!”

Baron shook his head, went over to Lara and picked her up, turning to Tracy, “You’re my wife. You

never need to say those words to me.”

Tracy’s heart warmed. Thinking of everything Baron had done for her, she was too moved to hold back

her tears. She turned around and went into the washroom.

Baron sighed lightly. With a mother like Sherry, she and Yuri had it hard.

“Daddy, Mommy’s crying. Cheer her up so she won’t cry anymore!”

Lara’s eyes twinkled in Baron’s embrace.

Baron squeezed her cheeks, smiling gently. “How do you think Daddy should comfort Mommy, then?”

Lara replied, “You need to call Mommy honey. Say that she loves Lara. And you want to spend your

whole life with Mommy and Lara.”

Baron chuckled. “I thought you wanted me to cheer Mommy up. Why do I have to pamper you too?”

“Because if Mommy’s not happy, Lara’s not happy too. If you cheer her up, I’ll be happy too!” Lara’s

eyes were bright and gleaming.

Tracy walked out, having washed her face. Her tears had stopped, but her eyes were still red.

“Honey!”

Baron said.

He’d always called Tracy by her name, so this sudden change to “honey” took her aback.

Baron cleared his throat, a soft smile on his face as he looked at her. “I love you, honey. I love Lara too.

I’ll be with the two of you my whole life!”

Tracy, who’d still been looking down, blushed and glared at Baron, actually getting shy. “What are you

doing! Saying sappy stuff like that – Lara’s still here!”

Lara giggled out loud, puffed up with pride. “Good work, Daddy, just like that. See, Mommy’s not crying

anymore!”

Looking at how full of herself Lara was, Baron was left bemused.

Tracy recovered herself, realizing that Baron had said all of those lines because Lara had told him to.

“Come here, Mommy!”

Lara waved at Tracy.

Tracy approached Baron embarrassedly, sitting about half a meter from him.

“Closer, Mommy!”

Lara complained.

“You silly girl, what are you trying to pull?”

Tracy laughed, but did as Lara said and sat closer.

“Even closer, Mommy!”

With that, Lara took Baron and Tracy’s hands and put them together.

“You need to hold Mommy’s hand more, Daddy. That way Mommy can be happy!”

Lara stood in front of the couple, hands on her hips as she looked at the pair’s hands holding together

and nodded in satisfaction.

Baron and Tracy were both bemused now.

Tracy didn’t struggle, either, and only looked a bit shy. But with Lara there, her original sorrow was

nowhere to be found.

There came a knocking on the door.

Tracy pulled her hand back self-consciously and got up. “I’ll get the door!”

The door opened to reveal Terry in the doorway.

“Dad, what are you doing? Why are you covered in sweat?”

Tracy said, shocked. “Come in!”

Terry got inside the room, smiling bitterly. “Just packing up.”

“What are you packing up for in the middle of the night?”

Tracy asked suspiciously, pouring out a glass of water for Terry.

“I’m all packed up and moving out with your mom in the morning.”

Terry said suddenly. “I just made it back on my feet thanks to Baron. Your mother and I did so many

things to Baron. I really can’t stay here anymore.”

Tracy and Baron both jolted, and Baron hurriedly said, “Don’t say that, Dad! This is such a big mansion,

and we have enough room, so why are you moving out?”

“I know you mean well, Baron, but really, now that I can work at River Construction Materials, that’s

enough for me. Living in your mansion every day would just prick me in my conscience.”

As he spoke, Terry’s eyes reddened. “The fact that you’re not trying to get even with us over the past is

enough forgiveness for us. How could I live here and get in the way of you two?”

“Dad, this mansion is big enough. You won’t get in the way!”

Baron said seriously. “If you think you still owe me something for the past, then work harder and make

me some money as payback. Don’t talk about moving out like this.”

But Terry was determined, and he shook his head. “I’ll be honest, Baron. I’ve already rented a house

out there. I’ll move over tomorrow morning.”

“You don’t need to bother, Baron. Once Dad’s made up his mind, nothing will change it.”

Baron had been about to speak up some more when Tracy suddenly spoke.

“My daughter does know me best!”

Terry beamed. “Really, this place is great, but I can’t be comfortable here. Life is short. If you want to

live well, you need to live free!”

Baron shook his head bitterly. He didn’t think that living here would actually make Terry uncomfortable.

But he could understand.

After all, not everyone liked living in a mansion. Especially for Terry, who’d opened his eyes fully. His

job belonged to Baron now. Even the place he lived belonged to Baron.

Not to mention he felt he owed Baron something. Living here wasn’t comfortable at all. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If you’ve made your decision, Dad, I won’t stop you. But you have to treat yourself well out there.

Anything you need, just ask.” Baron did not insist.

“Don’t worry. Besides, your old man’s a general manager now. I get paid pretty well. I’ll rent the house

for a bit, and when I get some money, I’ll pay a mortgage for a new house.”

Terry chuckled, pride and contentment on his face.

“Dad, I’ve got some savings…”

Before Tracy could finish, Terry cut her off. “Save it for when I’m old and can’t work anymore.

“Right, I just came to talk to you about this. I’m going back to my room.”

With that, Terry left.

Soon, the sound of Sherry throwing a tantrum came from outside. Terry had evidently told her about the

move.

Tracy sighed, then said, “If Mom could come to her senses like Dad one day, that would be so nice!”

Baron didn’t say anything. He knew full well what kind of person Sherry was. How would she willingly

move out now that she had a mansion to live in?

Terry might have to leave on his own in the end.

“Bad news, sis, Mom’s in a fight with Dad!”

At that moment, Yuri rushed in, panicking, wearing only a sleeping gown.