CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ‘Mum’s looking for a divorce?! When did she tell you that?’ Aimee couldn’t believe her ears at the news her father had just imparted. ‘Last night. I flew out to the villa to discuss things in a reasonable ma—’ ‘You’re in Spain!’ Aimee exclaimed. ‘Yes, yes,’ her father said impatiently. ‘I came over to—’ ‘What did you do that for, Dad?’ Aimee couldn’t hide her irritation. ‘Could you not have just left her alone for a while without going over to Spain and hounding her?’ ‘I beg your pardon, Missy, I did no such thing. Watch the way you speak to me please,’ Ken bristled. ‘Oh, get over yourself, Dad. I’m not surprised that Mum asked for a divorce the way you go on,’ Aimee said rudely. ‘What’s that supposed to mean? I’m ringing you to ask you to have a word with her. To try and get you to knock some sense into her. Do you realize how costly a divorce would be? There won’t be too much left for you and your brothers if she insists on going down that road,’ Ken warned.
