"What are you doing?!"
Aunt Tawny’s voice rang out at a high pitch.
She had just gone to remind the two kids to get up. After coming out of Caden and Joy’s room, and heading downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she saw Ian Sullivan, Dr. Sullivan, about to leave.
He had an intriguing smile and mentioned that President Hawthorne had almost recovered, and now that someone was taking care of him, he was no longer needed as a doctor.
Aunt Tawny thought that the Madame had thought things through while on the way, calmed her anger, and returned to take care of Mr. Hawthorne personally!
She happily ran up, secretly taking out her phone to capture a loving scene between them, intending to report back to the Old Madam!
But as soon as she entered the door, she saw another woman sitting beside Mr. Hawthorne, feeding him porridge!
Aunt Tawny, overwhelmed with anger, rushed over and pulled Cindy Lynn away.
Aunt Tawny had been working for many years and was strong. Cindy Lynn was thin and was wearing heeled shoes, so when Aunt Tawny pulled her, she directly bumped into the nearby desk.
Cindy Lynn’s eyes turned red from the pain as she bit her lower lip in silence.
Seeing this, Vincent Hawthorne reprimanded in a deep voice, "Aunt Tawny, what are you doing? Cough cough cough..."
His face flushed slightly, partly because of the coughing and partly out of anger.
Vincent Hawthorne got down from the sofa bed and personally helped Cindy Lynn up, shielding her behind him.
Cindy Lynn clasped the corner of Vincent Hawthorne’s shoulder, looking pitiful.
"Aunt Tawny, I’m sorry, I should have checked in with you before coming up..."
Aunt Tawny was an old-timer at the Old Madam’s estate and had seen Cindy Lynn over the years. Looking at Cindy Lynn’s gentle and soft demeanor always made her angry.
But before she could express her anger, Vincent Hawthorne coldly interrupted, "Aunt Tawny, when I invite guests, do they need to check in with you, a housemaid, first?"
That wasn’t what Aunt Tawny meant, of course.
"Mr. Hawthorne, she..."
"Enough!" Vincent Hawthorne cut her off coldly, suppressing his temper as he said, "If Tanya sent you to cause trouble, then tell her to come herself!"
If the Madame had really sent her to keep an eye on them, at least it would mean she still cared about Mr. Hawthorne!
Aunt Tawny glared at Cindy Lynn fiercely and muttered, "Sir, the Madame left early in the morning."
Vincent Hawthorne was taken aback, "She left?"
Cindy Lynn tightened her grip on his coat hem and said, "President Hawthorne, I also met Ms. Tanya at the intersection. She was rushing to the office, driving quickly, and she almost hit me accidentally."
"Accidentally?" Vincent Hawthorne caught the keyword, letting out an unintelligible cold laugh, "I think she did it on purpose."
Aunt Tawny was speechless.
"Mr. Hawthorne, are you condemning the Madame without even asking? The Madame left early to hurry to work, she wouldn’t have time to bump into her!" She shot a glance at Cindy Lynn and mumbled, "What a bold face, putting gold on oneself."
Vincent Hawthorne naturally heard this and said displeased, "Aunt Tawny, be polite to Ms. Lynn!"
Aunt Tawny was a person from the Old Madam’s side, and the Old Madam had always been biased against Cindy Lynn, especially after Tanya Sinclair woke up and whispered in her ear, making her dislike Cindy Lynn even more.
The people in her circle naturally also disliked Cindy Lynn.
"Aunt Tawny, it’s about time. Go take care of Caden and Joy, help them get up," Vincent Hawthorne commanded.
Aunt Tawny could only comply. Before leaving, she gave Cindy Lynn a warning glare and opened the already wide-open study door even further.
To prevent them from doing anything behind closed doors.
Vincent Hawthorne was somewhat helpless.
"Sorry, President Hawthorne, I shouldn’t have come," Cindy Lynn apologized, feeling guilty.
"How could it be your fault?" After all, it was him who, in a fit of disorientation, called her in the middle of the night. Vincent Hawthorne patted Cindy Lynn on the shoulder, speaking warmly, "Wait for me in the living room. I’ll finish the porridge. I’ll take a shower and then we’ll go to the office together."
"Okay." Cindy Lynn smiled at him, turned, and left.
After she left, Vincent Hawthorne sat back on the sofa and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands.
Since Tanya Sinclair woke up early, it meant he hadn’t been dreaming.
Tanya Sinclair had been to this room specifically to see him...
Understanding this, Vincent Hawthorne felt the frustration pent up in his chest dissipate.
He glanced at the porridge Cindy Lynn brought, steaming and alluring in aroma.
Indeed, he was a bit hungry, and he finished the porridge in no time.
The taste was good, but it couldn’t compare to the medicinal meals Tanya Sinclair used to make for him.
Perhaps due to growing tired of drinking them before.
When Tanya Sinclair was in a vegetative state for those five years, he never thought of those medicinal meals. Now, as old symptoms resurfaced, he found himself nostalgic for that taste.
After taking a shower in the master bedroom, Vincent Hawthorne suddenly received a call from Rhys Lucas.
He picked it up while drying his hair.
Rhys Lucas opened with, "How are you? I just ran into Ian Sullivan, who said you were suffering from severe stomach pains last night."
"Hmm, it’s nothing." Vincent Hawthorne paused for a moment, "Tanya Sinclair always kept medicine at home for me, I took it, and now I’m fine."
Actually, that medicine had been delivered every month, but his stomach problems hadn’t flared up in years, and he gradually forgot about it.
Rhys Lucas, on the other end, was sarcastic, "You haven’t had a stomach problem in five years, and the moment Tanya Sinclair wakes up, it flares up? She’s your nemesis?"
"...Don’t say that." Vincent Hawthorne frowned, after a moment of silence, he briefly told Rhys Lucas about Tanya Sinclair’s cold demeanor last night, and the fact that she had visited secretly in the morning, but then drove off.
The Tanya Sinclair that woke up this time was increasingly perplexing to him.
Rhys Lucas listened, paused, and his tone turned cold, "You mean, she met Cindy Lynn on the road and almost hit her?"
Rhys Lucas’s voice grew colder, laced with sarcasm, "Isn’t it obvious? She’s been so jealous of Cindy Lynn lately that she’s almost lost her mind! That’s why she’s pulling all these stunts to keep your attention on her."
Vincent Hawthorne furrowed his brows for a moment, thinking about Tanya Sinclair’s increasingly erratic behavior, and her unprecedented coldness, as if every time it involved Cindy Lynn...
If she was jealous, then everything made sense.
That’s why she prepared the medicine for him but only gave it to Ian Sullivan, and why she secretly came to see him when he was asleep...
Vincent Hawthorne smirked with an unreadable smile.
His gaze fell on the dusty wedding photo in the corner, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He already knew what surprise Tanya Sinclair wanted to see tonight when she returned...
On the other side, Tanya Sinclair parked the car in the company’s underground parking lot but didn’t get out immediately.
She picked up her phone and opened a chat with [Odyssey].
Previously, she thought this was Daisy Bell’s alternate account, asking her to help find a lawyer to draft an agreement, only for the other party to go directly to the top of the legal field, Apex Law Firm, to handle it.
It seemed that this person must have the best legal resources.
Tanya Sinclair considered for a while and sent a message to [Odyssey].
Tanya Sinclair: [Could you help me find a reliable, competent, yet reasonably priced divorce lawyer?]
Elsewhere, at Phoenix Manor, the main building’s master bedroom.
The dark curtains were tightly drawn, not a single ray of light penetrated, and the room was as silent as an empty tomb.
On the equally dark bed lay a living person, still breathing.
Declan Pierce stretched his long legs and lay sprawled out on the bed.
It had been a whole night, and he had just started to feel drowsy.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated senselessly once.
He opened his abyss-like eyes, surrounded by layers of red blood vessels, violent and intense.
With cold, slender fingers, he picked up the phone, the veins on his hand bulgingly clear.
He had intended to smash it, but he took another look at the bright screen.
The words "Tanya Sinclair" jumped out at him.
Instantly, the phone narrowly avoided destruction in mid-air.
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In that instant, his drowsiness vanished completely.