Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 8: When Will She Finally Become Mrs. Hawthorne?
Hawthorne Family.
Candace Ford didn’t wait for Jonas Hawthorne to come back for dinner and informed her journalist friend to spread the news.
Unlike Raine Sinclair, that naive heiress, she has been through the cut and thrust of life and knows how to play her cards.
Jonas Hawthorne wants to avoid her? No chance!
Leaning against the headboard, stroking her still-flat belly, Candace delightedly scanned through the trending news and its over fifty thousand comments.
Surely the entire city of Sedonia knows about this by now?
Let’s see how Jonas Hawthorne plans to deal with this!
With a sneer, the message from reporter Stanley Stone came in.
[So, how’s the impact? Pretty good, right?]
Candace replied: Not bad.
The other party sent a dizzy emoji, then asked, [Now will the Hawthorne Family obediently welcome you? Mrs. Hawthorne, don’t forget to lift me up after the matter is settled!]
Such ingratiating words, truly unmatched!
Candace snorted disdainfully: Rest assured, once I become Mrs. Hawthorne, you will certainly benefit!
But...
When will she actually become Mrs. Hawthorne?
While contemplating, a noise came from outside the door.
She had just come to her senses when the door was already opened.
Raising her eyes, she saw Jonas Hawthorne standing at the door. Candace instantly hid her malicious intent, instead smiling warmly, "Jonas, you’re back. Have you had dinner?"
Her voice turned gentle, and she controlled it with precision.
Jonas had just returned from outside, the early spring night air left a little dew on his black coat, making him exude a cold aura.
"Was it you who spread the news?"
His thin lips barely moved, yet his words were frigid as ice. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Candace’s hand stiffened slightly, her facial expression was momentarily dazed, then she came back to her senses, tears immediately welled up in her eyes, looking at the man in front of her with utter innocence.
"Jonas, how could you think that? I... I haven’t gone anywhere since coming home, and how could I do something that would harm our baby? I... boo hoo..."
Mid-sentence, she seemed overwhelmed, sobbing softly, her tears falling like a string of broken pearls.
"I just looked online, so many people are cursing our child, calling him... a bastard... How could a mother do such a thing?"
Her sobbing grew more intense, and Candace could hardly breathe, starting to cough in distress, her face turning a bit pale.
She was already thin, and being pregnant made her suffer a lot, her health was not good to begin with.
This, too, she had planned in advance.
Only by appearing frail could she evoke a man’s pity and protectiveness!
Sure enough, seeing her like this, Jonas Hawthorne’s cold demeanor softened somewhat.
For a woman carrying his child, he realized he need not be so harsh.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone also softening.
Candace continued coughing but gently shook her head.
Jonas helped her sit by the bed, reached out to wipe away her tears, sighing, "I was just asking, why are you crying like this? Get some rest."
Candace heard the intention in his words to leave, hurriedly grabbed his coat, "Jonas, can’t you stay here with me and our child? We’re scared..."
"Scared of what?" Jonas raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt in his deep eyes.
"This is, after all, where Raine Sinclair used to live, and the servants here are all familiar with her. I feel uncomfortable living here, I..."
Candace tried to sound pitiful, but just as she began, she was interrupted by Silas Linton who stormed in.
"You feel uncomfortable?! A cuckoo occupying another bird’s nest! How shameless you are!"
Both in the room turned to see the grandmother standing at the doorway, exuding a fierce aura!
Candace disliked this old woman the most!
Relying on being Jonas Hawthorne’s grandmother, she meddled in all their matters!
She had secretly overheard what Silas said one night!
Telling her to leave after giving birth...
How naïve, she went through so much to conceive this child, and her future luxury and wealth depend on this child, no way she’d leave so simply!
Of course, despite her great disdain for the old lady in her heart, she didn’t show it.
She pretended to be fearful, hiding behind Jonas, clutching his sleeves tightly, sobbing, "Grand... Grandmother..."
"Don’t call me Grandmother, I am unworthy of it!" Silas yelled back!
Candace gave a good performance of being shocked, like a frightened little rabbit.
Jonas surely noticed, and said at once, "Grandmother, let’s talk outside, she is pregnant."
"So what if she’s pregnant? Back in the days, your great-grandmother was heavily pregnant and ran from pursuers through the mountains for days and nights, where’s this babyishness coming from?" Silas scoffed without mercy, not even bothering to look at the temptress and walked towards the door, "You, come to the study with me!"
Jonas frowned slightly, looked back at the still slightly trembling woman, and gently consoled, "Get some rest."
After saying that, he headed out.
Just as he stepped out, Candace chased two steps after him, "Jonas, will you come back later?"
"Don’t overthink."
With that, he left without looking back.
Leaving Candace petrified where she stood, her hand at her side clenched tightly, nails digging into her skin without feeling a thing!
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Study.
Silas Linton stood alone in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, squinting at the night outside, her wrinkled face brimming with anxiety and distress.
Back when she found out about the Sinclair daughter’s pursuit of her grandson, she was overjoyed.
She had only met Raine Sinclair once and saw that she was a kind girl, certain to nurture the next generation of the Hawthorne Family well.
Finally seeing the two get married, who’d have guessed, she hadn’t even held a grandchild when they divorced.
If Candace really got inside, the Hawthorne Family wouldn’t have a good day for three generations!
No, as Jonas’s grandmother, she has the responsibility to pull him back from the wrong path!
While pondering, she heard footsteps behind her.
Silas snorted coldly, "You should know who leaked this info, right?"
The one who came was Jonas Hawthorne.
He stood not far behind his grandmother, also gazing out into the night, lost in thought.
The first person he suspected was Candace.
But she had denied it when questioned earlier.
"It’s probably not her," Jonas reiterated.
"Hmph." Silas didn’t want to debate it with him, instead said, "Hawthorne Group’s stock is bound to drop to rock bottom tomorrow! Sinclair Family likely won’t fare much better. What’s your plan to deal with this?"
Jonas lightly furrowed his brows, "Don’t worry, Grandma, I have my ways."
"Don’t worry? Look at what you’re doing now, is that even human behavior?" Silas got increasingly agitated as she spoke.
Watching her blood pressure spike, she quickly pressed her temples, taking a deep breath, "The only solution now is for you to remarry Raine."
