Mr. and Mrs. Everhart could no longer have children.


    Now, the entire Everhart family had their hopes pinned on Hawthorne. His marriage had be the family''s number one priority.


    All the rtives watched him expectantly, waiting for him to carry on the family name. But for Mr. and Mrs. Everhart, it wasn''t just about heirs; they genuinely cared about Hawthorne''s happiness. They wanted him to find a true soulmate, someone to share his life with.


    Hawthorne had always carried too much on his shoulders. From a young age, he''d borne every expectation the Everhart family ced on him. Mr. and Mrs. Everhart knew better than anyone the anger and ruthless edge that had settled in him.


    For years, no one had managed to truly reach Hawthorne. No one had softened him at all—until Gwh came along. She changed him. For the first time, Hawthorne seemed different, lighter somehow.


    That was exactly what Mr. and Mrs. Everhart wanted to see. They''d had enough of the cold, hardened man their son had be. He deserved a normal life, not one twisted by endless business battles that left scars no one else could see.


    "She and Leonie are staying in a little vige," Mrs. Everhart reported. "The two of them seem to be doing just fine there."


    But both Mr. and Mrs. Everhart already knew that answer-and it wasn''t what they wanted to hear.


    Mr. Everhart''s face turned cold as he looked at his only brother.


    "Don''t y dumb. Your sister-inw and I want to know what really happened between you and Gwh. Why did she walk out?"<fn7f49> Content originallyes from find·novel</fn7f49>


    He couldn''t believe it-Hawthorne hadn''t even married her yet, and he''d already driven her away. Was his brother''s emotional intelligence really this low?


    Hawthorne sat down. "It''s nothing serious. Gwh got upset over something small. I''ll bring her home in a couple of days."


    But Mrs. Everhart didn''t buy it—not for a second. From what she knew, Gwh wasn''t the type to throw a tantrum over nothing.


    Despite her privileged background, Gwh was gracious and well-mannered, nothing like those spoiled rich girls who acted like the world owed them everything.


    "You''re just going to wait?" Mrs. Everhart pressed, her worry in. "If you wait a couple more days, your fiancée might be gone for good. The autumn festival is almost here are you nning to get married or not?


    Let me tell you, I know plenty of outstanding young men. If you can''t treat Gwh right, I''ll happily introduce her to the sons of my old friends."


    Mr. Everhart was at his wit''s end. He''d never been this angry at his brother before. He felt nothing but frustration.


    How old was Hawthorne now? The


    Everhart family was thriving, all their old grudges had been settled, and they''d achieved everything they could have wished for. So why wasn''t his brother satisfied? Why couldn''t he even keep his fiancée happy?  s


    Mr. and Mrs. Everhart had been married for over twenty years, and their love was still strong. How had the Everhart family ended up with someone so dense when it came to women? Hawthorne was a shark in the boardroom, but hopeless when it came to rtionships.  s


    Mrs. Everhart was anxious too.


    "I heard you got mixed up with that Patti Yale again. Is that why Gwh left-did she find out about it?


    You know the Yales are nothing but trouble. Patti''s father got into legal trouble overseas, and she''s only back here to find someone to take the fall for her family. Don''t be stupid, Hawthorne."


    It was rare for Mrs. Everhart to scold Hawthorne so harshly, but she and her husband adored Gwh. They couldn''t stand to see her hurt.


    Hawthorne could only sigh. "I know."


    Of course he wanted to go after Gwh, but she refused to speak to him. All he could do was ask Leonie to smooth things over, hoping she could calm Gwh down first.


    On the surface, Gwh seemed gentle, but she had the spirit of a wildcat. Cross her, and she''d bare her ws in an instant.


    She wasn''t just any girl you could win back with a few sweet words-ordinary girls had desires and needs, but Gwh came from the Langford family, whose wealth rivaled nations. Whatever she wanted, shed have before she even asked; her parents would move mountains for her.  s