She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 465: Not Running Away from Home Anymore? (Part 1)

Susan Kensington’s voice suddenly softened, and tears fell in streams: "I should have known long ago, in your heart I’ll always be an outsider."

"What nonsense are you spouting again?" Vincent Hawthorne couldn’t help but coldly rebuke her, speaking harshly: "When did I say you’re an outsider? It’s you who are overthinking things!"

In fact, he regretted saying those words just monts ago, but his pride always kept him from admitting his faults.

Moreover, he actually felt quite uncomfortable deep down.

Vincent Hawthorne couldn’t deny that he had always been bothered by the fact that because of Susan Kensington, he was expelled from The Hawthorne Family genealogy and had lost his inheritance rights to his son. Susan Kensington’s complaints just now sounded like accusations of his incompetence to him.

Over the years, he seed leisurely, idling away his ti, but in the middle of the night, he often felt deeply disappointed because he was far from power.

Susan Kensington seed not to notice Vincent Hawthorne’s discomfort. She wiped her tears away, smiling with tears in her eyes, which made people feel both heartache and sadness: "Vincent Hawthorne, I’m going to stay outside for a few days. I think we both need to calm down."

Vincent Hawthorne’s face imdiately darkened: "Susan Kensington, are you threatening ?"

"If you consider this a threat, then so be it."

Vincent Hawthorne’s face grew even more grim, as he coldly said: "If you leave, don’t expect to ask you to co back!"

Susan Kensington ignored him completely and went upstairs.

Rhoda Kensington hurried to follow her up.

Vincent Hawthorne, seething with anger, paced back and forth in the living room for several rounds. He was ultimately worried and called out loudly for the butler, instructing: "Don’t let Madam make a fuss. At her age, she’s still running away from ho, isn’t she afraid of becoming a laughing stock to others!"

The butler responded promptly and hurried upstairs.

Before long, the butler ca back down.

Vincent Hawthorne imdiately looked behind the butler, noting no one was following and his expression relaxed slightly. He snorted coldly: "You really have the ans to stop her from causing trouble."

The butler shook his head, smiling, and said: "How could I have such ans? It was Miss Kensington. When I went upstairs, she was already persuading Madam."

Vincent Hawthorne was surprised: "You an Rhoda?"

"Yes."

Vincent Hawthorne was quite taken aback, but said nothing, rely motioning for the butler to leave.

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After the altercation with Susan Kensington, Vincent Hawthorne had little appetite for dinner. He only nibbled on a few bites before sitting on the balcony, letting the wind wash over him.

After sitting for a while, he felt sowhat thirsty and called for soone to bring him tea, but despite calling for a long ti, no one responded.

It was only then that Vincent Hawthorne suddenly rembered that he had been in a foul mood just now and had dismissed the servants because they had been bothering him with their presence.

Thinking of this only made Vincent Hawthorne feel worse, and his thirst more acute.

Just then, a sound of light footsteps approached.

"Uncle, have so water."

Rhoda Kensington placed a cup of tea in front of Vincent Hawthorne.

Vincent Hawthorne didn’t refuse, picking it up to take a sip. The perfectly warm water and familiar taste eased the tension in his brow: "That’s thoughtful of you."

Rhoda Kensington smiled, shaking her head: "It’s not my thoughtfulness, but my aunt’s. If she hadn’t told , how could I have made it to Uncle’s favorite taste and temperature."

Vincent Hawthorne’s expression softened, yet he still snorted coldly and muttered: "How rare that your aunt still thinks of , how co she’s not fussing about leaving ho anymore?"