His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 67: As Long As It Makes Money

Hannah Lowell spoke with such sincerity, as if she had truly come to her senses and wanted to turn over a new leaf.

Even though Hannah had done plenty of things that hurt others and herself, the fact that she could admit her mistakes meant a lot. She was still her biological mother, and Kiana Sutton wanted to give her a chance.

Besides, ever since Dad’s accident and after marrying Ethan Sinclair, their family hadn’t actually sat down for a meal together in a long time.

Kiana thought, with Joshua’s college entrance exam coming up, the pressure on him must be enormous; she also wanted him to relax and unwind.

Seeing Kiana agree, Hannah became rather thrilled. "Kiana, be sure to dress up nicely when you come, okay?"

Kiana sent over a question mark. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"You’re Ethan Sinclair’s wife now, at least for the time being. You need to be mindful of your appearance when out and about. Also, don’t let Joshua worry that you’re having a rough time with the Sinclair Family."

"Got it."

Although she knew that she and Ethan would divorce sooner or later, before that happened, she was still Ethan Sinclair’s wife and couldn’t let Joshua, who was preparing for exams, lose sleep over her.

That afternoon, Kiana picked out a pink-and-white dress from her wardrobe, pulled her hair up into a bun, put on some light makeup, and headed to the private restaurant Hannah had reserved.

Hannah wore a purple qipao, styled her hair in a very trendy way, and put on a rather fashionable makeup look.

Back when she was young, she’d been the talk of the township, known for her beauty. Plenty of men had chased after her, but she married Gordon Sutton simply because he was handsome.

Life after marriage isn’t sustained by good looks alone; you need money for all the basics.

And with Hannah’s love of gambling, their family depended on Gordon Sutton to keep things afloat—a tough situation.

But Gordon Sutton never criticized Hannah, always allowed her to stay beautiful, and earned the money to support the family himself.

Hannah had never endured hardship. She’d always been pretty to begin with, and with some extra effort today, she looked radiant and lovely.

She waited at the door for Kiana, and as soon as she saw her coming, her face broke into a wide smile. "Kiana, you made it! Come on, come on, I already booked a private room."

Kiana gestured, asking: "Has Joshua arrived?"

Hannah’s eyes flickered slightly as she forced a laugh, "I just called Joshua. He’s on his way, probably getting close. Let’s head up first."

Kiana nodded, not thinking much of it.

But when she stepped into the private room and saw a strange man sitting inside, she froze.

The man wore a red suit, a thick gold chain around his neck, his slicked-back hair shining with wax, and paired with that sunken, scrawny face, everything about him seemed off and greasy.

By the look of him, he was probably in his forties.

When he saw Kiana, those sallow little eyes lit right up.

Hannah immediately dragged Kiana inside, "Kiana, come on. Let me introduce you—this is my boss, Mr. Grant. His full name’s Desmond Grant."

Then Hannah smiled at Desmond Grant. "Boss Grant, this is my daughter, Kiana Sutton."

"Kiana, hello, hello..."

Desmond Grant reached out to shake hands. Kiana caught sight of his deliberately exposed gold watch and furrowed her brows slightly, shaking hands with him quickly.

"Come, come, let’s sit and talk."

With enthusiasm, Hannah pulled out a chair for Kiana to sit down, and took the seat beside her.

Once seated, Desmond Grant’s eyes were glued to Kiana; he stroked his chin, sizing her up top to bottom.

Under Grant’s gaze, Kiana felt on edge all over, a chilling sensation like a venomous snake staring at her, making her deeply uncomfortable.

Kiana tugged at Hannah’s arm and, under the table, gestured, "What exactly does your boss do? What kind of job did you find?"

Desmond Grant seemed not to notice Kiana’s little gestures. He spoke with regret, "Kiana, your mother told me you had an accident as a child so you can’t speak anymore. Ah... such a shame. You must have been through a lot over the years, huh?"

Kiana’s discomfort grew stronger, but since this man was Hannah’s boss, she didn’t want to offend him, so she just gave a faint smile and looked back at Hannah.

Hannah quickly explained with a smile, "Boss Grant owns a chain of foot massage parlors! He’s got more than ten branches across Varden—brings in a few million every month. He even has several villas, luxury cars..."

The more Kiana listened, the more wrong it sounded. She glanced coldly at Hannah. "You got a job in a foot massage parlor?"

Hannah was relieved that Boss Grant couldn’t understand sign language. She whispered to Kiana, "So what if it’s a foot massage parlor? As long as I can earn money, I’ll do whatever."

Kiana didn’t really have any bias against massage parlors—if it’s a legitimate place, she didn’t care.

It’s just that this boss, you could tell at a glance he was hardly above-board.

Hannah had never worked outside before; Kiana was worried she could get swindled.

"Find a different job!"

"No, Boss Grant’s paying me a high salary, over ten grand a month, and all I have to do is supervise staff at the parlor. No hard labor."

The more Kiana heard, the less it made sense. Paying ten thousand dollars to hire someone to basically do nothing? How could that be?

"Kiana, don’t judge President Grant by his looks. He’s really rich—he’s from Mount Crestwood, made his fortune in coal mining, came to Varden five years ago, and expanded one massage parlor into a dozen more. Amazing, right? And did you know? He’s still unmarried. Whoever marries him, all that wealth, it’ll..."

On hearing that, Kiana abruptly stood up. Hannah was startled by her sudden move. "What’s the matter with you, honey?"

"When’s Joshua getting here?"

Hannah started to look guilty. She checked her phone and, making a call while talking, said, "Joshua’s still not here? I’ll try calling her."

Just then, the waiter brought in the food. Seeing the chance, Hannah smiled at Kiana. "Kiana, you chat with Boss Grant first. I’ll be right back."

Kiana didn’t even have time to react before Hannah had already hurried out of the private room.

Kiana’s expression darkened. As Hannah left, Boss Grant shut the door behind her, his lips curling into a sly grin.

He then got up and sat down right next to Kiana.

As he drew near, Kiana caught a strong whiff of his pungent cologne. Wrinkling her brows in discomfort, she scooted away a little.

"Kiana, this private restaurant has been open for over thirty years. The food is really something."

Boss Grant warmly helped Kiana to a piece of braised beef, "Here, have a taste."

Kiana took a deep breath, feeling heavily suffocated.

It wasn’t easy for Hannah to finally find work. Boss Grant didn’t seem like a decent person, but what if she was just being prejudiced and misunderstood him?

Lately, Ethan Sinclair was either looking after Kate Lynch or busy with work.

That day, a business partner invited him to meet at a private restaurant for negotiations. After a few drinks, the contract was signed smoothly.

The partner, feeling celebratory, ordered another bottle and wanted to keep drinking. At that moment, Ethan’s phone rang unexpectedly.

Seeing that it was Kate Lynch calling, Ethan stepped out of the private room to answer—and then, out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of a familiar figure sneaking around outside the neighboring room, furtively peering in...