Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 61: Was I Really... Wrong?

Though Candace Ford has a child in her belly now, Jonas may not do anything to her.

But with a man, once he starts to dislike you, it’s practically impossible for him to change his mind.

Sean Ford, having reached his current position, has a very thorough understanding of human nature.

Besides, Candace Ford is his niece after all, such a good chess piece, if she manages to irritate Jonas and make him abandon her, it wouldn’t be good for his future development.

So, some things should be advised, even if it’s just for himself.

Little did he know, at this moment, Candace Ford could no longer care about that much.

Since she decided to seek revenge, she had embarked on a path of no return!

Of course, she also knew that her second uncle had a timid nature and would absolutely avoid trouble whenever he could!

So she obediently said, "Second Uncle, you don’t need to worry. Now that I carry a Hawthorne child, no matter what I do, they won’t do anything to me. You just need to help me."

"Alright, as long as you’re aware of what you’re doing." Sean Ford did not continue to persuade her. After hanging up the phone, he leaned back deeply into the leather sofa, lost in long contemplation.

To speak of Jonas, no one has ever been able to fathom his thoughts.

And Finn Wyatt...

Such an even more sinister man.

To deal with Raine Sinclair is no big deal, just a woman—how much trouble can she cause?

But Finn Wyatt is a different story.

Originally a family that came from the underworld, not just Finn Wyatt, the entire Wyatt Family is not to be messed with!

Should he really take the risk to offend Finn Wyatt once again?

If Finn Wyatt learns about his relationship with the Ford Family, all the efforts of his lifetime might be for nothing.

Is it worth it?

Sean Ford kept questioning himself deep down.

——

Inside the ancestral hall.

Silas Linton led Jonas to offer incense to the ancestors of the Hawthorne Family.

The rest was fine, but when Jonas offered incense to Derek Hawthorne, the freshly lit incense inexplicably went out.

Silas Linton frowned upon seeing this.

Looking again at the incense Raine Sinclair had just lit in front of Derek Hawthorne’s tablet, more than half of it had already burned, with smoke still curling.

Jonas didn’t say anything, lit another incense stick, which again only burned for half a minute before going out.

If the first time was a coincidence, the second time carried some significance.

"Forget it, your grandpa must have died of anger seeing you bring that kind of woman home!" Silas Linton said something righteous for once.

She lit incense for Derek Hawthorne herself and cursed, "You old man, you used to fool around outside back in the day, now why can’t you stand the way your grandson is? Serves you right!"

As she scolded, the incense did not go out.

Seeing this, Jonas furrowed his well-groomed eyebrows.

He has never believed in ghosts and gods, but the scene before him was undeniably eerie.

After finishing the incense, Silas Linton turned around to look at him, "Don’t be mad, that Candace was never a decent woman. Even if she is carrying a Hawthorne child, she will never enter the Hawthorne household! As you saw today, it’s not just me; even your grandpa doesn’t approve of her! I really don’t get why you’re so blinded by her?"

Ever since Silas Linton found out about Jonas’ divorce from Raine Sinclair, she’s been saying these things almost every day, but unfortunately, Jonas never paid any heed.

As he remained silent, she walked towards the door, "Alright, have a chat with your grandpa, I’ll go outside and see what that woman is up to!"

After Silas Linton left, Jonas finally raised his eyes to look at his grandpa’s tablet.

The three characters of Derek Hawthorne were written with strength and vigor, but in the reflections of the incense fire, it suddenly revealed some loneliness and pallor.

He was essentially raised by his grandparents.

His parents divorced when he was very young.

His mother remarried and went abroad, and later his father fell ill and died early as well.

Jonas had almost no impression of his mother, only remembering the taste of a bowl of plain soup noodles she once made him.

Later, being with Candace, it was because she once made him a bowl of noodles that tasted exactly the same as his mother’s.

He had never told anyone about these things, not even Raine Sinclair.

Most of his abilities were learned from his grandfather.

When his grandfather first saw Raine Sinclair, he told Jonas that she was a good girl and that he must cherish her.

But alas, with time and change, no one could have imagined that things would develop to this point.

Thinking of all the matters with Raine Sinclair, Jonas, for the first time in his life, had such troubles.

Why does she always... linger in his mind?

Unable to dispel.

After a long while, he looked at his grandpa’s tablet again, asking a question even he could hardly believe.

"Grandpa, did I really... make a mistake?"

The once arrogant King of Hell in all of Sedonia, now had traces of loneliness and sorrow showing on his handsome face.

Only in front of his grandfather could he let down all his defenses and strength, returning to that pure-hearted boy inside.

The vast ancestral hall was silent, with no sound to answer him.

Such desolation, beating against his heart over and over again...

——

Outside the door.

As soon as Silas Linton stepped out, Candace Ford rushed up impatiently.

"Grandma, why hasn’t Jonas come out yet?"

"He has things to say to his grandpa, why are you in such a hurry?" Silas Linton gave her a contemptuous look.

If not for the fact that she was at least pregnant, who would bother with her?

Candace Ford knew from long ago that the old woman didn’t like her, but she didn’t get angry. Instead, she was more zealous in currying favor, "Grandma, I know you care for Jonas. In a few months, I will have a son for Jonas. By then, you can have a great-grandchild, and the Hawthorne Family will have an heir. Grandpa in heaven will surely be very happy to know!"

Though she spoke these words nicely, there was actually an underlying implication.

The heir to the Hawthorne Family?

Silas Linton snorted coldly in her heart, ruthlessly tearing it apart, "Candace, even if you have a boy in your belly, he can never be my Hawthorne Family’s heir!"

"Why?" Candace Ford was anxious.

When she had the IVF done, she specifically asked for a boy. She initially wanted a set of twins, but unfortunately, her physical condition wasn’t good enough to bear two children simultaneously.

In hindsight, this one is already tough enough; two would have been the death of her!

Silas Linton looked her up and down, full of disgust, "Since ancient times, have you ever seen a bastard child have the right to be an heir? Candace, consider yourself lucky to have conceived this child. As long as you behave, my Hawthorne Family won’t mind raising one more idle person. But as for this tremendous family business, you’d better not have any wild ideas."

One sentence thoroughly denied Candace Ford’s existence.