Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 89: If He Had to Choose, Who Would He Pick?
But this smile was so bitter and full of heartbreak.
Soon, she heard Jonas Hawthorne’s explanation.
"Raine, she’s losing blood fast, and there’s no blood available in the city for now."
"She and her baby are in danger, and you rushed to beg me without caring about anything..." Muttering, Raine Sinclair unconsciously reached out and touched her own belly, suddenly wanting to ask, if her blood was given to Candace Ford and her baby, then what would happen to her and her own child?
If he knew about this child, if he had to pick one, who would he choose?
Raine Sinclair didn’t dare think any further.
She probably already knew the answer, didn’t she?
Jonas Hawthorne was so anxious about Candace Ford, how could he let anything happen to her baby?
Taking a deep breath, Raine Sinclair gathered her thoughts before saying, "We’re already divorced. What right do you have to beg me for this?"
The other end of the line fell silent.
Jonas Hawthorne’s brows furrowed deeply, clearly not expecting Raine Sinclair to ask this.
After a while, he finally said, "Whatever your conditions are, I’ll agree to them."
"Really?" Raine Sinclair kept smiling.
Look at that—for Candace Ford, he’s willing to give anything...
What a hopeless romantic he is!
This time, Jonas Hawthorne didn’t answer right away. Instead, Raine Sinclair heard Leo Keane’s voice through the phone.
Even though it was quiet, it was clear, "It’s bad! Candace is about to lose her heartbeat! The baby in her belly is almost out of air!"
As soon as she heard that, Jonas Hawthorne said, "Raine, this is a matter of life and death. Only you can save them—mother and child."
"Only I can save them, huh..." Raine Sinclair repeated his words, then looked up at the sky.
The azure blue stretched on and on without end.
A few clouds floated like cotton candy, so soft and gentle, carrying a hint of tenderness.
The heavens really did know how to make things hard for her.
Was this all some kind of test?
What a coincidence—she and Candace Ford had the same rare panda blood, and were both carrying Jonas Hawthorne’s baby at the same time.
To save one and hurt another—was this to trade one life for another?
Jonas Hawthorne must have gotten impatient on the other end and said again, "The loan you wanted, I can give it to you."
"You’ll give it to me? Eight point nine billion?" Raine Sinclair raised an eyebrow, surprised at how generous Jonas Hawthorne was.
Just a little of her blood was worth such a high price?
"Yes." Jonas Hawthorne answered without hesitation.
It was the compensation she should have gotten in the divorce—she never took it.
If today’s situation gave him an opportunity, that would do as well.
Raine Sinclair kept up her bitter smile.
With temptation like that, she probably wouldn’t be able to say no...
Without giving Jonas Hawthorne an answer, Raine Sinclair quietly hung up the phone.
She turned and walked toward her grandfather and Mason Sullivan, eyes starting to mist over.
Mason Sullivan, knowing nothing, was still working hard to flatter William Jennings.
"Grandpa, you’re amazing! You’ve been walking for so long and you’re not even tired! To look at you, you’d think you were in your fifties!"
The words were exaggerated, but it was hard not to like him!
Especially for someone William Jennings’s age—when people compliment you on your youth, can anyone help but be delighted?
He immediately laughed out loud, "You really know how to sweet-talk people! No wonder you make my Raine so happy!"
Mason Sullivan was just about to reply when he turned and saw Raine Sinclair walking over. Her face looked bad, and he hurried to ask, "Raine, what’s wrong?"
Raine Sinclair hadn’t noticed how lost she looked. Only when she heard the question did she force herself to perk up, "Grandpa, I’m sorry. You came all this way just to see me, but right now I have something urgent I have to handle..."
William Jennings heard there was business to do and instantly waved his hand, "Go on, don’t be so polite with me! But remember, you have to come back for a family dinner tonight!"
"Okay." Raine Sinclair finally sighed in relief, then looked to Mason Sullivan, full of apology. "Please, show Grandpa around a bit. He hasn’t been to Sedonia in so long..."
"What do you mean please? With our relationship, don’t even worry! Go do what you need to! I’ll make sure Grandpa has a wonderful time!"
With that, he started urging Raine Sinclair to leave.
Raine Sinclair smiled, feeling a little more at ease in her heart.
Once she’d left, William Jennings took a good look at the young man standing before him.
"You like my Raine?" Men don’t play games—he was straight to the point.
Mason Sullivan froze for a second, then scratched the back of his head and nodded.
He’d liked Raine Sinclair since they were kids.
But when he was little, he didn’t understand emotions—he didn’t know it was love, just knew he liked being with her.
Seeing her made him happy; not seeing her left him sad.
It was only when he grew up, figured it out, that he heard she was getting married...
The next two years were nothing but sorrow. Then, hearing she was divorced, that little fire in his heart suddenly burst into flame!
He couldn’t hold back anymore—without a second thought, he came to her side.
Even giving up on his family’s business to be her lowly assistant—he was happy to do it.
Seeing how honest he was, even a bit silly, but good-natured and dedicated to Raine, William Jennings decided to say a bit more to him.
"Don’t let Raine’s cheerful front fool you. She had almost no friends as a child, didn’t like to talk, and was a bit withdrawn."
"What? Seriously?!" Mason Sullivan was full of surprise—he really never imagined Raine Sinclair had ever been withdrawn.
When he thought back to their childhood, all he could picture was Raine Sinclair standing in front, fists raised, protecting him...
William Jennings’s mind wandered back to the old days too.
"Raine has the rare Rh-negative blood, inherited from her grandma. Now, in the Sinclair Family, she’s the only one left with that blood type. When she was little, even the tiniest injury meant we all had to be extra careful. Over time, our protectiveness—myself included—became a bit much. Because of that, she couldn’t make friends outside, and gradually, she became a bit of a loner."
"So Raine has that side to her too." As Mason Sullivan listened, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Thinking of the Raine Sinclair in his memories, the difference was really striking.
"Kid, everyone has many sides. You need to learn to feel that with your heart." William Jennings smiled—at his age, looking at Mason Sullivan was like looking at a child.
At first Mason Sullivan didn’t fully get it, but then he smiled along. "Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’ll take good care of Raine!"
Grandpa was willing to tell him about Raine as a child—that had to mean he trusted him!
——
By the time Raine Sinclair got to the hospital, Candace Ford was barely hanging on to her last breath.
