I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 1096: Hoping For Your Peace And Smoothness

Chapter 1096: Hoping for Your Peace and Smoothness

Jim muttered under his breath, "He will."

Mrs. Bart wanted to explode, but in the midst of this public setting, she didn't quite know how to

chastise him. She settled for a cold tone, "I don't know how to broach this matter with your father. You'll

have to handle it when you go back."

"What about you?" Jim looked at Mrs. Bart, his gaze unwavering. "What do you think?"

Mrs. Bart stared back at Jim. "Does it really matter what I think? I can't just sever ties with you, or hold

a knife to your throat and force you to break up with him. Even if I did manage that, could you just

obediently marry someone else, have kids, and live a normal life?"

"That's not possible."

"Does my opinion really matter?"

"There's still a difference." Jim's voice was low. "Even if you disagree, that's one thing. But I'm asking

for your perspective. How do you see me? Do you, like others, think I'm abnormal or sick?"

Mrs. Bart took a deep breath. "You're my son."

Jim suddenly chuckled upon hearing this. "I understand, thank you."

Mrs. Bart's tone remained harsh. "I'm not an old fossil, nor have I never encountered this before. It's

just that I'm struggling to accept it for the moment. I never thought my son would turn out this way.

However, deep down, I still hope you can live a peaceful and smooth life. Everything else is

secondary."

Jim was deeply moved by Mrs. Bart's words.

He had considered that his mother would be the most opposed, while his father might resort to a

severe beating at worst. Yet, he hadn't expected his mother to be so understanding.

"Mom, how about meeting Nelson sometime?"

"We'll see."

Mrs. Bart didn't give a definite answer. She picked up her coffee and took a sip, then added in a low

voice, "You should find a chance to confess to your father sooner rather than later. If he hears about it

from someone else, your chances will be slim."

Jim nodded. "I understand. Thank you."

"Alright, go attend to your matters. I have a meeting with someone here."

Jim bid farewell to Mrs. Bart and left the café.

As Jim left, Mrs. Bart reached for her phone and dialed a number.

After a few rings, the call was answered. "Hello, who's this?"

"Is this Nelson? I'm Jim's mother. Do you have some time? I'd like to meet you and have a chat," Mrs.

Bart got straight to the point. "I'm at the café across the street. I'll be waiting here for you."

On the other end of the call, Nelson remained silent for a moment before replying, "Sure, I'll be there in

about ten minutes."

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After hanging up, Nelson tucked his phone into his pocket and turned to Brandon. "Hey, Brandon."

Hearing Nelson's voice, Brandon turned to him. "What's up?"

"Come over for a moment."

Brandon excused himself to Sandy with a quiet word and then walked over to Nelson. "What's going

on?"

Nelson hesitated before sharing, "I'm going over there for a bit. You take Sandy to look around. Later,

we'll all go for dinner together."

Brandon furrowed his brows as he looked at Nelson. "Aren't you planning to tell Jim about this?"

"No need, I'll go see what's happening first."

Brandon hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. "If you need anything, give me a call."

"I'm a grown man, what could go wrong?" Nelson chuckled.

Brandon didn't say much, just patted Nelson's shoulder and said, "Go ahead."

Nelson acknowledged and left the building.

Just as he stepped out of the photography studio, he headed straight to the café across the street.

Upon entering, Nelson immediately spotted the person sitting at the farthest table. He didn't need to

search; he recognized her at first glance.

After all, Jim shared some similarities with his mother.

Approaching respectfully, Nelson greeted her, "Auntie."

Meeting Nelson's eyes, Mrs. Bart raised her gaze and gestured to the chair opposite her. "Have a

seat."

Nelson pulled out the chair and sat down across from Mrs. Bart.

Mrs. Bart examined Nelson for a moment before speaking, "How long have you known Jim?"

Nelson answered truthfully, "About five or six years."

"And how long have you been together?"

Nelson was momentarily taken aback by the question before responding, "About a year."

Mrs. Bart raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. "I thought you two had been together for much longer."

Nelson shook his head. "Auntie, did you want me to come here to talk about separating from Jim?"

Mrs. Bart didn't reply immediately.

Nelson was nervous. "Auntie, please understand that it wasn't Jim who pushed for this. It was me. I

was the one who pushed him into this relationship."

Mrs. Bart was even more surprised. After all, she knew the kind of person Jim was – if he didn't want

something, he wouldn't give in, just like when he insisted on studying photography despite being

bedridden for a week after his father's beating.

"How did you push him?" Mrs. Bart looked at Nelson, curiosity in her eyes.

Nelson was truly caught off guard. He and Jim hadn't forced each other into this relationship; it had felt

natural.

"I... I..."

"Jim isn't someone who can be pressured into things." Mrs. Bart's voice interrupted Nelson's stumbling

words. She looked at him and continued, "I know about your relationship, but his father doesn't. That's

why I'm here to see you. I don't intend to keep this from Jim. To be honest, he just left my place. Did he

tell you about it?"

Nelson nodded. "Yes, he did."

"And if I were to suggest that you two break up?"

Nelson's eyes met Mrs. Bart's, and he responded firmly, "No! No matter what demands or conditions

there are, I'll do whatever it takes, but I won't break up with him!"

Mrs. Bart looked at Nelson and chuckled lightly. "I don't have hundreds of thousands or millions to

dangle in front of you to make you leave my son, so there's no need for you to be so nervous."