"I''ll give you a ride."
Hawthorne didn''t ask Patti Yale for her opinion. He simply acted like he was doing exactly what she wanted-which, truth be told, was just what Patti had been hoping for.
The main reason Patti kepting back to Hawthorne was simple: no matter what she did, he was always willing to go above and beyond for her, no questions asked. He was her loyalpdog, and she knew it.
Given the Yale family''s current situation, finding someone as devoted as Hawthorne was about as good as things could get.
Patti had her own ns, too. Once she became Mrs. Everhart, she was determined to help the Yale family get back on their feet.
Back then, her father had moved the family out of Greenvale and overseas, hoping to clean up some murky business dealings from back home.
No one had expected that life abroad would be a thousand times harder than it was in the States.
Overnight, Patti went from pampered heiress to a fallen socialite nobody cared to notice. The psychological blow was just as hard as the cold reality-she couldn''t stand the way people treated her now.<fnae84> Checktest chapters at find[?]ovel</fnae84>
"Hawthorne, you don''t need to drive me home. I''m meeting some friends for drinks at a bar. Just pick me upter, okay?"
Hawthorne replied in his usual calm tone, "Alright."
Patti was more than satisfied with his response. It only confirmed what she already knew: Hawthorne''s feelings for her were genuine. He''d alwayse running whenever she called, and leave just as easily when she wished.
After dropping Patti off at her destination, Hawthorne couldn''t wait to drive home.
The butler saw him return so early and immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Leonie was sitting on the couch in the living room. The moment she saw Hawthorne, she rushed over to him.
"Uncle, what happened between you and Aunt Gwh? She isn''t answering my calls, and when I came back, she was already gone."
Leonie had even gone to check their bedroom. Almost all of Gwh''s clothes were gone.
But the wardrobe was still full of elegant dresses. Hawthorne took the stairs two at a time and hurried upstairs.
The room looked untouched-everything neatly folded and in its ce.
Yet even with everything where it should be, Hawthorne felt the emptiness, both in the room and inside himself.
A signed divorce agreement sat on the nightstand. He walked over, picked it up, and his heart clenched tight.
When Leonie saw the divorce papers, her jaw dropped, eyes wide as saucers.
"Uncle, what on earth happened between you and Aunt Gwh? How did it get this bad? You''re not even married yet!"
They were supposed to have their wedding at the end of September. Now, before they even made it down the aisle, it was already falling apart.
Hawthorne picked up the divorce agreement and, without even looking at it, tore it to pieces.
Leonie''s heart pounded-partly from
worry over Gwh''s
disappearance, partly from anxiety about the two of them. What in the world had happened? Why would Gwh suddenly ask for a divorce? s
She opened her mouth to call, "Uncle" but seeing the stony look on his face,
she instinctively took two steps back.
Hawthorne radiated a cold, unapproachable aura.
"Don''t tell your brother or
sister-inw about this for now. Gwyn and I just had a disagreement, a misunderstanding. I''ll exin
her when the time is right
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Even scatterbrained Leonie found it hard to believe Hawthorne''s words today. She
was certain something serious had happened between them.
From what she''de to know of Gwhtely, Gwh wasn''t the kind of
woman to throw a tantrum over nothing.
Could she have found something out?
Suddenly, a memory shed through
Leonie''s mind. A friend of hers had see ol
gone to see one of her uncle''s
there was some drama-that a
woman at the event had imed to
be Hawthorne''s wife.
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