"Yes, that’s the na! Brother, you know her too!" Zion Monroe, being sowhat obtuse, hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but Janne Hayes, standing in the corner, couldn’t help but cover his face, realizing the increasingly stormy atmosphere emanating from the big boss.
Zion Monroe, observing Declan Pierce’s interest in the Hawthorne Family’s affairs, thoughtfully added, "Brother Pierce, I’ve heard that Tanya Sinclair cos from a very poor background, with no parents, raised by her grandfather, a struggling traditional Chinese dicine doctor. Yet, she was quite resourceful, managing to marry Vincent Hawthorne, thus marrying into a wealthy family... Alas, she was ill-fated, unable to bear such fortune, and within two years, died in childbirth..."
"Ahem ahem!" Unable to listen any longer, Janne Hayes coughed twice, giving Zion Monroe a kick on the heel and wildly gesturing for him to shut up.
Zion Monroe completely failed to understand, feeling a bit bewildered, "Assistant Hayes, is your throat uncomfortable? Why kick ?"
Janne Hayes: "..."
Fine, flirting with a blind man.
The elevator had already arrived at the lobby on the first floor. Declan Pierce tossed his phone to Zion Monroe and strode out with his long legs.
Zion Monroe looked at the phone, and the video of Tanya Sinclair from earlier had already been deleted.
At the entrance, the driver had already brought the car around.
Janne Hayes quickly walked a few steps to open the rear car door for Declan Pierce, taking the passenger seat himself.
Zion Monroe, who had followed them, tried to get in the car, but as soon as he reached for the door, he found it locked.
Zion Monroe: "?"
Zion Monroe tapped on the car window, "Brother, I haven’t gotten in yet."
Inside, Declan Pierce treated him like air, expressionless as he instructed the driver, "Drive."
The black Maybach smoothly drove off, leaving Zion Monroe utterly bewildered and disheveled in place.
The car’s interior was very quiet, or more precisely, deathly silent.
Until Declan Pierce’s cold voice broke it.
"Look into that Yvonne Hawthorne."
"Yes."
Janne Hayes outwardly appeared calm, glancing swiftly at Declan Pierce’s expression in the rearview mirror, thinking that soone was in for a hell of a trouble...
The night had deepened.
The car carrying Tanya Sinclair finally returned to the villa, now two hours later.
Ordinarily, the journey from The Hawthorne Gardens would only take an hour, but after receiving a phone call, the driver deliberately took a detour.
Tanya Sinclair didn’t ask much.
In her heart, she understood that this was most likely Vincent Hawthorne’s doing, wanting her to return ho later, as Joy didn’t want to see her before bedti.
Vincent Hawthorne’s car had long since been parked at the entrance.
In front of the porch, not even a single light was left for her, nor, naturally, was anyone waiting for her.
As soon as Tanya Sinclair got out of the car, the driver stepped on the gas and drove off.
From where she got out of the car to the villa entrance was still a distance, and she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye the silhouette of Vincent Hawthorne standing by the window in the study on the third floor.
He was watching her.
Tanya Sinclair pretended not to notice, awkwardly using her white cane to find her way, almost stumbling several tis before tottering to the door.
The door opened.
"You’re back." Vincent Hawthorne, dressed in pajamas, appeared behind the door, seemingly having co specifically to greet her. He even reproachfully asked, "Why didn’t you let the driver bring you in? Or have him call so I could co to get you. What if you fell?"
Tanya Sinclair was already very tired today, yet she had to force herself to continue the charade with him.
"It’s nothing, I thought you were asleep, didn’t want to disturb you."
Vincent Hawthorne patted her head, "I can’t possibly sleep soundly without you here."
These gentle words, he always spoke so easily, like free candy given away without cost.
She suddenly beca curious, does Vincent Hawthorne speak like this to Cindy Lynn as well?
Vincent Hawthorne led her to the sofa, sitting her down, then handed her a glass of milk.
"Have so milk, then go rest. You must be tired today."
"Where are Joy and Caden?" Tanya Sinclair asked softly while holding the warm milk glass.
"They’ve already gone to bed." Vincent Hawthorne glanced at her, his gaze clearly reproachful, but his voice was so gentle it gave nothing away, "Today, you scared Joy."
Tanya Sinclair pursed her lips, wanting to speak, but Vincent Hawthorne held her hand first.
"I understand your feelings, but Tanya, Joy is just a child. You’ve missed all the ti from her birth till now... To Joy, you are a stranger."
A stranger...
Tanya Sinclair wanted to laugh, but her lips felt heavy, unable to lift.
Lying in bed, she could hear movents around her, recalling how when Joy learned to speak, she would curiously ask Vincent Hawthorne more than once, why her mom lay here, does she not want us?
Vincent Hawthorne would either stay silent or dismissively say she’d understand when she grew up.
Cindy Lynn was worse; she’d never forget how Cindy Lynn, with the gentlest voice, told her daughter: ’Joy, since your real mom lies here not wanting you, why don’t we not want her either?’
Every ti she thought of these, Tanya Sinclair’s heart felt like it was being cut with a knife!
Vincent Hawthorne and Cindy Lynn, those villainous scoundrels, together they stole the love that her two children should have had for her.
In the past five years, if only Vincent Hawthorne had explained even once to Caden and Joy how much she loved them, loved enough to sacrifice her life... Joy wouldn’t have clung so much to Cindy Lynn, calling her ’Mom Cindy’ at every turn.
Tanya Sinclair gripped the milk glass tightly, suppressing her anger and injustice, forcing a tiny smile.
"I understand, Vincent. I’ll be more mindful in the future."
Vincent Hawthorne was sowhat satisfied with her attitude.
He ntioned another matter, "By the way Tanya, I spoke with Father today, and we agreed to leave the position of R&D manager for you. I’ve instructed HR to arrange it so that you can start at the company as usual next week."
"..."
This news took Tanya Sinclair by surprise.
’Buzz—’ The phone placed on the table by Vincent Hawthorne suddenly vibrated, signaling a new ssage.
Because Tanya Sinclair couldn’t see, he let his guard down completely with her, opening it right in front of her.
The ssage ca from Father Hawthorne, Theodore Hawthorne.
He sent a voice ssage.
Vincent Hawthorne looked at Tanya Sinclair and converted the voice ssage to text.
Father Hawthorne: [Vincent, I’ve confird with the top managent at Westgard Pharmaceuticals. Since the second son of The Pierce Family took over Westgard Pharmaceuticals, their next developnt focus is on Alzheir’s disease drugs. This aligns perfectly with Tanya Sinclair’s expertise! Her university research under Academician Truman was seemingly on Alzheir’s disease!]
Tanya Sinclair couldn’t help but smirk inwardly.
So, this was the reason Vincent Hawthorne suddenly changed his mind, agreeing to let her continue as R&D manager.
"Vincent, who’s ssaging you? Why did you stop talking?" Tanya Sinclair feigned confusion as she asked.
"It’s a ssage from Father." Vincent Hawthorne spoke with helplessness, "He ntioned that a few directors are unhappy about you resuming the R&D manager role. Don’t worry, I’ll handle them."
He freed a hand to hold Tanya Sinclair’s.
Tanya Sinclair smiled, "Vincent, I’m glad to have you."
"Don’t say silly things, as your husband, it’s natural to protect you."
The warmth in Vincent Hawthorne’s eyes faded in the next instant. He casually typed a reply to Father Hawthorne, right in front of Tanya Sinclair.
Vincent Hawthorne: [Yes, initially Academician Truman secured research funding for her, and her drug research was halfway through, but later she stopped to assist with other projects. I rember she kept all the materials in a manila envelope, carefully stored.]
Tanya Sinclair’s eyes slightly narrowed.
The manila envelope Vincent Hawthorne ntioned was the very one she had stored cautiously in the safe in the villa.
Father Hawthorne’s second voice ssage ca through quickly.
Father Hawthorne: [Alright, then. I’ve already talked to the people at Westgard Pharmaceuticals. The fact that Tanya Sinclair specializes in Alzheir’s research will make further collaboration with Westgard Pharmaceuticals much easier!]
"..." Tanya Sinclair lowered her head, taking small sips from her warm milk, suppressing her anger and grievance. She forced a smile.
"I understand, Vincent. From now on, I’ll be more careful."
Vincent Hawthorne put away his phone, "Tanya, it’s getting late. Let’s go to our room and rest."
Just as they reached the bedroom door, Vincent Hawthorne’s phone rang again.
He didn’t try to hide it from Tanya Sinclair and answered the call right in front of her.
Cindy Lynn: [President Hawthorne, are you asleep? I’m at the hospital right now... Can you co over? If it’s inconvenient, it’s okay.]
Attached was a picture showing Cindy Lynn’s delicate hand hooked up to an IV, making her appear pitiful.
Vincent Hawthorne nonchalantly typed a response onscreen, again in front of Tanya Sinclair.
Tanya Sinclair felt her heart tighten for no reason at all.
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