“Go work now. Don’t bother me!” she snapped before hanging up the call.
The line went silent.
Magnus stared at the phone screen for a second before dialing her number again, but this time she didn’t pick up.
He let out a slow breath, exhaustion showing on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.
After a moment of silence, he dialed Thomas’s number.
“Mr. Graves?” Thomas answered on the other end of the call, his voice patient and calm.
Magnus, on the other hand, sounded tense.
“Thomas, is everything alright at home?” Magnus asked quickly, his brows knitting together. “Why is my mom so angry? Is she disturbed about something?”
Thomas’s voice came through again, much calmer than Camila’s earlier outburst.
“Yes, Mr. Graves. It’s about your ex-wife.”
Magnus’s expression immediately darkened.
Thomas continued, “She called Mrs. Graves this afternoon. Your mother wanted to arrange a meeting between the two of you today so you could talk.”
Magnus’s expression changed instantly. The calm and collected look on his face disappeared, replaced by anger.
He let out a sharp breath, frustration flashing across his eyes.
“This woman does nothing but create problems in my life,” Magnus said coldly. His grip tightened around the phone, his jaw clenching. “She couldn’t reach me, so she went to my mother instead?”
His brows furrowed in irritation as he let out a sharp breath.
“What the hell is her problem? We’re already divorced. Why is she calling my mom and talking to her?”
His voice rose with irritation.
“Because she couldn’t get to me, now she’s trying to drag Mom into it and force us to rebuild our relationship.”
Magnus scoffed under his breath, irritation flashing across his face. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening as the thought clearly aggravated him.
“And now she’s probably bad-mouthing me, making Mom angry with me.” His voice turned colder. “She just keeps getting more outrageous.”
He stopped walking, his eyes turning cold.
“Just because I canceled some deals, she ran to my mother to tattle on me?” he ground out through clenched teeth.
The next second, his voice turned colder.
“Thomas,” Magnus said into the phone, his voice low and edged with anger, “from now on, do not let someone like her enter our house.”
He paused briefly, his jaw tightening as his gaze hardened.
“If she calls again, there’s no need to let Mom deal with it,” he continued coldly. “Don’t involve her with someone like that.”
Then he turned around, still visibly angry.
“Brent!” he called out sharply.
Brent had been standing near the car, speaking quietly with the driver. The moment he heard Magnus call his name, he immediately turned around.
