The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 448: As Long As You Like It

All she could do was inflict verbal and emotional blows on Paige Sterling; she certainly wouldn’t dare to actually do anything to her.

"I just don’t want Miss Sterling to keep such things, repeatedly reminding you of your past ruthlessness. However, if Miss Sterling really wants to keep it as a souvenir, it’s not impossible, I don’t mind."

With that, Alisa chuckled, "But does Miss Sterling know? When President Hawthorne and I beca a couple, he threw that ring away right in front of , so what use is it for Miss Sterling to hold onto a aningless ring all by herself?"

Actually, Julian Hawthorne didn’t throw it away; it was just that after waking up by the seaside, Alisa noticed the ring was missing from his finger.

Alisa didn’t think much of it, believing it was perhaps washed away in the sea.

Paige’s lips couldn’t help but twitch, "Thanks for the advice."

Then she left.

Watching Paige’s retreating figure, Alisa couldn’t help but sneer.

Look at that, Paige just gave up like that. A woman who arrogantly handles trivial matters but panics when encountering big issues—how did she beco the universally admired God Sterling?

Paige’s so-called achievents were greatly exaggerated, and to think she used to be afraid of such a woman?

Sumr Xavier was worried Paige would be upset because of Julian, so she specially ca over to comfort Paige.

Knowing that Alisa was keeping Julian from seeing anyone, Sumr angrily said, "Is this Alisa crazy? That’s your husband, not hers. Where does she get off? Doesn’t the Hawthorne Family care?"

Moreover, how was Paige able to endure this? According to Paige’s temperant, shouldn’t she directly confront Alisa?

There were things Paige couldn’t really tell Sumr, so she said, "Right now, Julian is in her hands. She’s using Julian to threaten people. The Hawthorne Family and I are treading carefully, so it’s better to go along with her for now."

Sumr couldn’t quite tell if Paige was really upset or not.

Julian had nothing to do with her; she didn’t care about his fate at all, she was just worried about Paige.

Thinking it over, she said, "Keeping too much in your heart isn’t good either. Let’s go for a walk and clear your mind."

She was worried that if Paige was holding it all in, she might explode uncontrollably later.

Seeing Sumr’s cautious deanor, Paige couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright then."

Everyone assud she was pretending to be calm... she... really...

Alright, she was pretending a bit, but not to the extent of affecting her ntal health.

Sumr took Paige shopping, thinking she could vent through retail therapy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them took a lap around the mall, they ran into Mrs. Hawthorne.

Mrs. Hawthorne was accompanied by Moca and several other ladies, wandering around the maternity section, seemingly shopping for Moca’s unborn child.

Julian keeping a woman outside was no secret by now, causing quite a stir online, which Sumr was naturally aware of.

But she hadn’t dared to bring it up with Paige before, afraid of making her more upset.

Now, they’d run into them unexpectedly right on the street.

And Mrs. Hawthorne brought this mistress out shopping so blatantly, what did they take Paige for?

Sumr puffed up with anger, imdiately brimming with questions as she approached.

Paige held Sumr back, "Mr. Hawthorne hasn’t wronged , don’t be impulsive."

"That woman is flaunting her belly right in your face, and that’s not wronging you? Julian Hawthorne really knows how to juggle; he’s got you fooled while maintaining his outside affairs, with both hands busy!"

Paige, "..."

Paige always thought she wouldn’t mind no matter how Moca and Mrs. Hawthorne acted.

But now she suddenly minded.

She didn’t want others to see Julian as a jerk; she couldn’t stand even the online insults.

She couldn’t help narrowing her eyes, thinking she couldn’t let this go on.

Before Julian returned, she had to clear this up to avoid him getting pelted with eggs on the street.

While thinking, Sumr had already rushed over to Moca and Mrs. Hawthorne.

"Mrs. Hawthorne! Brazenly parading with a mistress in town, whose face are you slapping?"

Mrs. Hawthorne frowned, "Whose junior is this with such bad manners, ddling in other people’s business?"

Sumr sneered, "Mrs. Hawthorne indeed has manners, hand in hand with a mistress in perfect harmony, I wonder what your son will feel when he wakes up?"

"You... "

Mrs. Hawthorne was fuming when she saw Paige striding over.

Moca imdiately hid behind Mrs. Hawthorne.

Mrs. Hawthorne was also sowhat afraid of Paige, watching her warily.

"Paige, what are you planning to do?"

Paige, "..."

What had she done?

At this mont, Paige really wanted to walk past as if she hadn’t seen them, but seeing Mrs. Hawthorne’s terrified expression, Paige’s mischievous side erged.

She chuckled, looking at Moca, and said concernedly, "Moca, how have you been lately?"

Moca responded timidly, caressing her belly, "Thank you for your concern, young mistress. I’m fine, the doctor privately ntioned I might be carrying a set of twins, a boy and a girl—which surely makes you happy for , right?"

With a first-ti mother’s smile on her face, she said, "A ’好’ character is ford by a boy and a girl. I don’t think I’ve let President Hawthorne down, though it’s a pity he can’t see them..."

The faces of the other ladies were awkward, remaining silent.

Sumr felt like hitting soone, but for Paige’s sake, she restrained herself, though her eyes were practically shooting flas.

Paige laughed dryly, "Is that so? That must have been hard on you; I hope you get your wish."

Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t like Paige; no matter how sincere she sounded, she felt Paige was being insincere.

Thinking that Paige wouldn’t dare do anything to her and Moca in public, she said, "I’ve always been unfortunate. My son didn’t listen to and married a troubleso wife, who now turned my son into a vegetable—I really owe it to Moca, otherwise my son would have no heir..."

Grasping Moca’s hand with gratitude, she displayed a motherly and filial image.

Paige appeared remorseful, "It’s really my fault."

Mrs. Hawthorne imdiately seized the opportunity.

"Since you know it’s your fault, you should try your best to make ands and ensure Moca’s child is recognized openly, instead of saying these aningless words, doing so face-saving asures for people to see."

Paige raised an eyebrow at Mrs. Hawthorne, "So what does Aunt think would count as proper recognition?"

Even though Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t like Paige, she understood that separating Paige and Julian was impossible.

After all, Paige’s status was not sothing to be overlooked.

This suited her just fine; her son was a vegetable, and Paige wouldn’t be able to abandon Julian and fly solo, leaving her to take care of her comatose son for life.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression brightened.

"Once the child is born, they should be registered under the Hawthorne Family, under your na, as if you were the biological mother. This way, it would be proper and the child would rember your kindness, not leaving you alone in your old age. You agree, don’t you?"

"Whatever makes you happy."