Claire Walsh looked at Tanya Sinclair, eagerly waiting for him to reveal the password. Vincent Hawthorne almost lost his breath.
"Tanya, have you gone insane for money?!"
Tanya sneered, "Weren’t you the one asking if it was enough? Why pretend if you can’t afford it?"
"..."
Vincent’s face turned extrely ugly.
He wondered if Tanya had been possessed!
Just then, Vincent’s phone rang inopportunely.
With a sullen face, he took it out for a look.
Tanya was right in front of him and naturally saw the caller ID—Cindy Lynn.
Vincent imdiately hung up, but the second call ca in right away.
This ti, Vincent hesitated.
He knew very well that unless it was urgent, Cindy wouldn’t be so inconsiderate.
Tanya knew his nature, and as Vincent answered the call, she kicked him hard on the shin. Taking advantage of his pain and loosened grip, Tanya broke free and walked away without looking back.
"Mr. Hawthorne." But it wasn’t Cindy’s voice on the other end.
Vincent was about to chase after Tanya but paused at the voice.
"Mother-in-law? Why is it you?" The caller was Cindy’s mother, Shelly Sullivan.
Shelly’s tone was unusually severe: "Mr. Hawthorne, I don’t know what misunderstanding you have with my daughter, but she just wrote a note, locked herself in the bathroom, and tried to commit suicide!"
Vincent was shocked, his hand holding the phone went numb: "Cindy she..."
"Luckily, I got here just in ti! But she’s still very emotionally unstable, could you please co over?"
Vincent naturally had no reason to refuse.
"Alright, I’m on my way now!"
He hung up the phone and quickly headed out.
As he exited, he just saw Tanya’s car glide past.
Vincent frowned but ultimately didn’t chase after her; instead, he headed in the opposite direction towards Cindy’s hospital with a burst of speed.
Yet he didn’t know why, his body inexplicably grew heated.
He rolled down the car window, letting the wind in, but it seed to add fuel to the fire, making his body even more restless.
Elsewhere, Tanya was on the phone with Daisy Bell and briefly recounted what had happened earlier.
Daisy cursed on the other end: "Vincent, that scumbag! Now he realizes he took the wrong turn after crashing. Trying to win you back, my foot!"
Tanya remained clear-headed.
"He’s not trying to win back; it’s just his possessiveness flaring up. Over the years, he’s already considered his property."
"Heh, my darling Tanya, once you’re not lovestruck, your intelligence takes the high ground! I have a business event in Aris the day after tomorrow; I’m free from shooting tomorrow afternoon, I’ll fly back and take you out for drinks! I’ll set you up with a whole line of tall, eight-pack-muscled models!"
"Sure." Tanya uncharacteristically agreed.
She’d never been to a bar; might as well try sothing new, it’s okay to take a look, they’re all adults.
Tanya noticed the cake shop by the road, thinking of Caden and Joy.
"Daisy, I have to go now. I’m going to buy so desserts for Caden and Joy."
Daisy said, "You’re going back? Aren’t you afraid of running into that beast Vincent?"
Tanya had already pulled over.
As she got out of the car, she said with aning, "It’s okay, he won’t be back tonight; he’s busy."
With that big scoop dropped by Old Lady Hawthorne, tsk, it seems Cindy’s wounds will be reopened several tis tonight due to ’strenuous activity.’
...
Under the night, Vincent’s car screeched to a halt at the hospital entrance.
He had already removed his coat, with a thin sweat covering his body, and the shirt on his back was wet.
He looked anxious, but Vincent himself knew he wasn’t just anxious; he was inexplicably burning up.
When Vincent arrived at the door of Cindy’s hospital room, the door was ajar, and inside, Mrs. Lynn—Shelly Sullivan’s voice could be heard scolding with frustration.
"You, this foolish child, haven’t I told you? No matter how good Vincent is, he’s still soone with a family! I didn’t say anything when you risked your life for him in college. Why are you still so stubborn now?"
Vincent: "..."
Shelly’s words were no less than a reminder to Vincent not to forget the life-saving grace Cindy once showed him!
Vincent felt a twinge of guilt.
"Mom, stop saying that." Cindy’s weak voice spoke, "It’s not Vincent’s fault; I did it willingly. He’s always been good to and took care of ."
She was still making excuses for him.
Vincent pursed his lips.
"Fine, I can’t make decisions for your emotional affairs, but I can’t watch my own daughter be wronged!" Shelly’s tone was indignant, "I went to see that crazy woman Claire Walsh, and after she cald down from the dication, she told personally. Yesterday at noon, Tanya sought her out to sche today’s events! All to fra you, this foolish girl! And you rushed to save her, only to be seen as manipulative by Vincent again!"
At this, Vincent felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
He was montarily trapped in imnse shock, unable to co back to his senses.
So it was really Tanya who orchestrated all this?!
Cindy was the one wronged!
In the ward, Cindy glanced unobtrusively at the door and quickly retracted her gaze.
"Mom, it’s not good to speak lightly of these things! Ms. Tanya... she probably wouldn’t do this to , right?"
"What am I speaking lightly about? A woman’s jealousy can be terrifying; once she’s jealous, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do! Besides, there were doctors and nurses who can testify; if you don’t believe it, go ask the hospital!" Shelly sighed, "It’s a pity Claire Walsh is out of her mind, her words can’t be taken as evidence..."
Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open.
Vincent walked in with a tall figure, pacing slowly.
"Mother-in-law." He dared not look at the expression on Shelly’s face.
Shelly grunted coldly, "President Hawthorne, my daughter, cherished and pampered by the Lynn family, has suffered enough by your side! Have you forgotten how you promised back then? You said Cindy was your life-saver, and you would take good care of her! Is this how you care for her?"
"I’m sorry, mother-in-law." Vincent bowed his head in apology.
His eyes fell on the bandaged wrist of Cindy, feeling uncomfortable inside.
"Mom, stop it. Isn’t dad’s flight back tonight? If you don’t go to the airport now, you won’t make it in ti to pick him up." Cindy tugged Shelly’s clothes, acting coquettishly.
Shelly sighed, "Alright, alright, I’m really helpless with you."
She picked her bag, glanced once more at Vincent before leaving.
"President Hawthorne, my daughter’s gentle, kind-hearted nature is well known, but my temper isn’t as good. Whoever bullies my daughter, I will make them pay back tenfold or a hundredfold!"
She left that threat as she walked out, shutting the door, her eyes flashed with a trace of undetectable shrewdness and satisfaction while looking at Vincent’s back.
With n, you shouldn’t act tough in front of them, but you should act strong.
Feigning strength is far more endearing than playing the victim.
Once Shelly left, only Vincent and Cindy remained in the ward.
Cindy took the initiative to reach for Vincent’s hand.
"Vincent, don’t listen to my mom’s nonsense, she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart..." Cindy’s gentle voice paused.
Vincent broke free from her hand, but the next mont, he placed his hand gently on her bandaged wrist.
"Does it hurt?"
Cindy took the opportunity to hug Vincent’s waist, burying her face in his chest.
She spoke with a soft, tearful voice: "Now that you’re here, it doesn’t hurt anymore..."
This ti, Vincent didn’t push her away.
Vincent patted Cindy’s head and sighed softly.
"Cindy, why are you so foolish? I have a family, two children, I can’t div—"
The word marriage didn’t have a chance to leave his mouth.
Cindy suddenly lifted her head to kiss him, sealing Vincent’s lips.
Vincent’s pupils dilated slightly.
He pressed his large hand on Cindy’s shoulder, intending to push her away, but the softness of her lips seed to have so kind of magic, igniting the fire inside him even more fiercely. Her scent also seeped into his nose.
Every pore seed to exude heat, and desire boiled wildly within him.
Vincent’s gaze gradually darkened, turning blazing hot...
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