After cursing with resentnt, Candace Ford took a deep breath to steady her emotions.
"No, I can’t be impulsive... I just lost the child, I must be careful with my actions, no mistakes for now..."
Candace Ford kept repeating this sentence, and her confused eyes gradually steadied.
This was her last shred of hope, she mustn’t be impulsive!
When the butler went back to report to Silas Linton, he tugged at his mouth without surprise.
"This woman is determined to marry into the Hawthorne Family. Now that the child is gone, who knows what cunning tricks she’ll try next."
"This..." The butler hesitated, then asked, "Should we have soone keep an eye on her?"
"Leave her be, give her the opportunity to make a move," Silas Linton said with deep aning.
The butler frowned in confusion, "Make a move?"
But Silas Linton narrowed his eyes, his gaze sowhat ethereal as he looked out into the heavy night.
Even though Jonas said they hadn’t figured out who poisoned her, her intuition told her that Candace Ford couldn’t be unconnected to the matter.
To make Candace Ford slip, only by keeping her close.
Only this way would Candace Ford have a chance.
After a long ti, Silas Linton sighed suddenly.
"Mr. Quinn, how long has it been since the old man passed away?"
The butler was mildly shocked, then ca back to his senses, "Two years."
"Why does it feel like he left twenty years ago..." Silas Linton sighed with lancholy.
Didn’t feel it before, but after staying in the hospital for a while and returning ho, her mindset changed a lot.
Beca more sentintal.
She and Jonas Hawthorne’s grandfather were high school sweethearts, years of affection, only a pity they didn’t make it to old age together.
The butler looked up to see Silas Linton’s eyes filled with loneliness and sighed softly, "Madam is missing the master."
Silas Linton paused, then smiled.
"Maybe."
This large house, leaving only her alone.
Only now do I start to miss having soone to talk to nearby.
——
Raine Sinclair quickly regrouped with Leo Keane and John Franklin.
During the car ride, Leo greeted John and then surreptitiously asked Raine Sinclair, "Sis, why do you have so many brothers?"
"Are you envious?" Raine Sinclair raised her eyebrows.
Leo pondered for a mont, then shook his head, "If I had so many brothers, I’d probably spend my life getting bullied!"
Isn’t there a saying that sisters are to be cherished and protected, while younger brothers are for practicing punches on...?
Luckily, Raine Sinclair’s cousins aren’t Sinclairs, or Jonas Hawthorne’s little life wouldn’t be safe!
Just after Leo finished speaking, John Franklin glanced at him, his gaze unfriendly, "I heard you’re working with Raine recently?"
"Yes, yes..." Leo returned to his senses, nodding quickly.
"She’s pregnant now, if you dare upset her..."
Before John could finish, Leo imdiately replied obsequiously, "Rest assured, I won’t upset her! Besides, how dare I?"
With Jonas Hawthorne protecting her, he didn’t dare act recklessly.
Now knowing Raine Sinclair’s maternal family has so many brothers, even if you lent him a hundred courage, he wouldn’t dare!
He’s no fool!
John raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly this kid was so perceptive.
Raine Sinclair next to him watched Leo’s bootlicking skills, truly unmatched.
Not long after leaving the city, the car stopped halfway up the mountain.
Raine Sinclair had no ti to clearly see what this place was, when Leo exclaid incredulously, "A mass grave?! Damn, that’s harsh! Could it be..."
Murmuring, Leo kicked open the car door and dashed out!
Raine Sinclair’s heart hung abruptly, instinctively followed.
From the car, John Franklin watched Raine’s agile movents, helplessly curled his lips in a smile.
Truly, those involved are confused, bystanders are clear.
When Raine Sinclair got out of the car, she saw Leo Keane, clothed in white, looking like a small white dot running further into the misty night.
His voice was urgent, with a hint of scarcely perceptible panic, "Jonas Hawthorne! Where are you? Are you really dead, damn it?!"
Perhaps he was too worried, he couldn’t help but curse aloud!
Raine Sinclair’s heart tightened, instinctively turned back to question John Franklin, "Didn’t you say he wouldn’t be killed?!"
To have co to a mass grave! How could he still be alive?!
John Franklin watched calmly as his little sister fud, a slight smile on his lips, "Raine, you know very well what your third brother is like. Even grandpa can’t control him, let alone us!"
"You!" Raine Sinclair clenched her teeth, suddenly unsure how to refute!
"Alright, you..."
Just as John Franklin was about to say sothing, Leo Keane suddenly exclaid from afar, "Jonas Hawthorne!!"
Raine Sinclair’s attention instantly shifted.
Without caring what her second brother was saying, Raine hurried toward Leo’s direction!
John Franklin, seeing her anxious steps, quickly followed, "Raine, slow down! You’re pregnant now!"
But Raine Sinclair couldn’t worry about such things?
Nearly running, when she finally got there, she saw a large two-ter pit!
Jonas Hawthorne sat weakly inside, and Leo had jumped in, supporting him, hurriedly asking, "How are you? Still alive?!"
Perhaps hearing the voice, Jonas Hawthorne weakly opened his eyes—
The first person he saw was Leo, but didn’t say a word, soon saw Raine Sinclair standing above the pit.
She wore a white coat, anxiously watching him.
The night was chilly, her every breath turned into a white mist...
Raine Sinclair’s heart relaxed upon eting Jonas’ gaze.
He’s alive.
Leo sensed Jonas’ gaze, imdiately feeling frustrated.
""What are you looking at? They can’t wait to take your life, and you’re still being sentintal here?!"
Leo was really furious!
Looking down at his hand, stained with Jonas’ blood from supporting him!
He was instantly shocked, urgently asked, "Are you alright?"
Raine Sinclair’s just-cald emotions instantly tightened again!
Before Jonas could respond, a figure erged from the darkness.
"Not dying."
Three cold words, devoid of empathy.
Raine Sinclair raised her eyes, greeted by an emotionless face.
It was her third brother, Levi Lane.
After their parents died in a car accident when they were young, he never smiled again due to autism.
He loved Muay Thai, was sent by grandpa to learn martial arts from a master at a young age.
Subrging himself in the martial world seed to temporarily avoid inner pain but also deprived his perception of emotion and love.
To put it bluntly, he’s an emotionless killing machine.
At this ti, his gaze also focused on Raine Sinclair.
"If you’d been a bit later, I would’ve buried him alive."
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