Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 47: I Will Definitely Give Birth to You Safely
Fate really knows how to mess with people.
The Mistress and the ex-wife have the same blood type.
Leo Keane blinked, thinking for a moment to himself, "Then there’s no problem. When the time comes, just use my sister-in-law’s blood, right?"
No sooner had he finished than Joel Shelby shot Leo Keane a vicious glare!
Who on earth would use the ex-wife’s blood to save the Mistress?!
And would Raine Sinclair even agree?
Jonas Hawthorne’s handsome face darkened sharply!
Leo Keane thought Jonas Hawthorne also believed Raine Sinclair would refuse, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sister-in-law will definitely agree. Look, this time she was the one who brought Candace Ford over, wasn’t she? Just relax!"
Joel Shelby was even more shocked after hearing that—Raine Sinclair actually agreed to bring Candace Ford and her son to the hospital?
This whole drama between these three was all over town not long ago; everyone knew Raine Sinclair had suffered terribly!
How come... she’s not even holding a grudge?
This really opened his eyes!
While Joel Shelby was still pondering all this, Jonas Hawthorne’s icy voice rang out, "From now on, nobody mention this again!"
Every word was quiet, but packed with irresistible authority!
Especially with that undertone of menace and threat—it scared Leo Keane so much his mind went blank. He hurried to realize what he’d just said and slapped himself twice.
"Look at me, can’t get anything good out of this damn mouth. What nonsense was I spouting! Ah hahah, since everything’s settled, I’ll... slip away first?"
He spoke as he tried to sneak off.
Seeing Jonas Hawthorne’s aura getting even scarier, he knew if he stayed, he might not even know how he’d end up dead!
Joel Shelby saw this rascal trying to bail—he couldn’t just stay and get roasted either!
So he said right away, "Mr. Hawthorne, I’ve got some things to deal with too. I’ll head out first. If you need anything, just say the word!"
And with that, he bolted.
Jonas Hawthorne glanced at their retreating backs, and the familiar little face of Raine Sinclair popped up in his mind uncontrollably...
But he didn’t know that, at that moment, Candace Ford, hidden by the ward door, had overheard their entire conversation.
"So Raine Sinclair has the same blood type as me. Hmph, it really must be fate!" Candace Ford caressed her belly, a cold, sinister smirk on her lips. "Baby, don’t worry. We’ve got a living blood bank now. However much we need, we’ll just draw it from Raine Sinclair! Mommy will definitely bring you into this world safe and sound!"
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At that moment, Raine Sinclair, still in the middle of a dream, suddenly shivered and snapped awake.
She opened her eyes and stared at the familiar ceiling, instinctively rubbing her arms, not knowing why she felt so cold, as if someone was cursing her...
Still groggy, she half sat up, reached out to rub her temples, then grabbed her phone to check the time, only to find two missed calls.
One was from Mason Sullivan, and one from Jonas Hawthorne.
Her brows knitted gently and she called back Mason’s number.
As soon as the call connected, he wailed, "Ms. Sinclair, you finally answered my call! You have no idea how badly Easton Yancy tortured me today!"
Raine Sinclair pulled off the covers to get out of bed, playing along, "I fell asleep this afternoon. What happened this time?"
"Oh, aren’t you lucky—you still have time to sleep! Easton Yancy handed me the company’s reports from the last ten years, big and small matters included, and told me to finish reading and memorizing them all in two days! Is he a devil?!"
Mason Sullivan was really fired up, breathing heavily as he talked, feeling like his brain was about to explode!
"Alright, who told you to apply for my secretary job?" Raine Sinclair was amused, patiently coaxing him, "If a secretary to Ms. Sinclair can’t even keep up with Sinclair Group, wouldn’t people laugh at us?"
"Well..." Mason Sullivan suddenly calmed down, his anger mostly gone.
He knew it was work he had to do, just didn’t expect Easton Yancy to push him so hard!
Two days!
Seriously exhausting!
Raine Sinclair added, "Right? Just learn from Assistant Yancy. Once you master it, you’ll be able to handle anything on your own."
To be fair, Easton Yancy’s business skills are top-notch.
No wonder Dad trusts him so much, even though he’s still so young.
Raine Sinclair even heard from her father that he’d originally planned to promote Easton Yancy to vice president, but since Raine suddenly returned and needed someone by her side, Easton was assigned as her assistant.
Mason Sullivan was always messing around at home, a stereotypical rich kid, but at Sinclair Group, he was finally learning something real.
Even if right now it’s just to win Raine Sinclair’s favor, the skills he’s picking up are his own in the end.
After he goes back to the Sullivan Family, it’s something he’ll use for life.
Thinking of all this, Raine Sinclair encouraged him even more, hoping he’d willingly learn a little extra.
Mason Sullivan didn’t get Raine Sinclair’s intentions, only wanting to help her any way he could. With her encouragement, he felt fired up in an instant, "Okay! I’ll learn it all as soon as I can! Then I’ll be able to help you!"
"Go for it."
After a few more words, Raine Sinclair was about to hang up when Mason Sullivan suddenly asked, "My Princess Raine, how about dinner with me tonight?"
"Tonight?" Raine Sinclair looked at the window—dusk was already settling in. She was just about to say no when Sharon Jennings came in, knocking on the door.
She entered calling out, "Raine? Awake? Mom’s made your favorite fish. Your dad and Grant have been waiting for you quite a while! Come on down for dinner!"
Raine Sinclair froze. Grant?
Leon Grant hadn’t left yet?
On the other end, Mason Sullivan paused too, then came to his senses. "Grant?? Leon Grant? He’s actually eating at your house?"
The shock in his tone couldn’t have been more obvious!
He’s out here grinding away, and Leon Grant’s already made himself at home?
How did he move so fast?
Already meeting the parents!
"He..." Raine Sinclair was about to explain it wasn’t what Mason thought, but she’d barely started when Mason cut in, quick as a whip, "I want to eat at your house too—wait for me!!"
And then he hung up.
"Beeeep... beeeep..."
Raine Sinclair stared at her now-disconnected phone, speechless, "What the hell is going on?"
Before she could think any further, Sharon Jennings grabbed her hand. "Go freshen up, Grant’s waiting for you!"
"Grant?" Raine Sinclair raised a brow. Before she went to bed, he was still Leon Grant, Mr. Grant, wasn’t he?
How’d a nap turn him into Grant?
What’d she miss?
Sharon Jennings just giggled, covering her mouth. "Hurry up! Everyone’s waiting for you!"
With that, she went downstairs, still smiling.
Leaving Raine Sinclair alone, stunned.
After freshening up, she went downstairs. Just as she reached the turn of the staircase, she heard her father’s hearty laughter.
"Haha, Grant, you’re much too generous! Everyone knows Mr. Thorne’s paintings are rarely seen—almost priceless! Are you really giving me one?"
"I’m hardly an expert, Uncle, so I don’t appreciate calligraphy and paintings properly. Would be wasted in my hands. Might as well gift a piece to you." Leon Grant’s tone had not the slightest trace of flattery, but it still sounded effortless and pleasant.
Evan Sinclair was delighted. "Good, good! Then I won’t be polite and I’ll gladly accept!"
Raine Sinclair raised her brow at what she heard. Leon Grant really has some tricks—already made her parents so happy so fast?
While she was wondering, one of the attendants greeted her respectfully, "Miss, you’re downstairs?"
Raine Sinclair nodded just as she saw Leon Grant look over from the sofa.
