CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: DID LITTLE BROTHER DO WELL JUST NOW?

Black suit, black shirt.

The suddenly appearing man was excessively young, excessively handsome.

The most striking aspect was his intense aura.

As if accustomed to being in high positions, to having his word be law.

Meeting his casual glance, Mrs. Cole felt a chill in her heart, instinctively loosened her grip.

Serena Sinclair’s wrist, freed from its restraint, fell into Wyatt Hawthorne’s palm.

"Are you done talking?"

Wyatt Hawthorne asked Serena Sinclair.

"Not yet..."

"No!"

Serena Sinclair and Mrs. Cole said in unison.

Wyatt Hawthorne’s sharp, eagle-like gaze fell once more upon Mrs. Cole’s face.

Mrs. Cole was embarrassed, yet her attitude was firm, "This matter must be resolved today!"

As the only child in the family, her son was flawless in her eyes.

The Cole Family had their roots in Aethelgard.

With the family’s connections and relationships.

With his own diligence and progress.

It was incredibly smooth for Evan Cole to graduate from university and return to work in Aethelgard.

In a few years, he could become a rising star in Aethelgard’s medical community.

But after finishing medical school in Veridia, Evan Cole refused to return to Aethelgard no matter what.

It was only two months ago that he relented.

If something happens unexpectedly, there’s always a reason.

Mrs. Cole kept it in mind, but before she had time to investigate, she stumbled upon that short video.

Recalling her son’s evasive romantic life over the years, belatedly she realized he had felt something for Serena Sinclair even during school.

Mrs. Cole couldn’t help but feel alarmed.

With Serena Sinclair’s family’s condition, she wouldn’t be a match for Evan Cole even when she was unmarried.

Let alone now, with her divorced status.

Mrs. Cole would never sit by and let her outstanding son get involved with Serena Sinclair.

A simple friendship?

Ha.

Who would believe it!

"I just have a few words, and I’ll leave once I’m done."

Mrs. Cole looked at Serena Sinclair and said, "Just like I said earlier, I don’t want Evan to have friends like you, so I hope you can disappear from his life and stop contacting him!"

"Mom! You..."

"Shut up!"

Evan Cole urgently stopped her.

Interrupted by Mrs. Cole’s stern words, "Ever since you were about to graduate, your dad and I have been telling you to come back to Aethelgard to develop, have you listened once? Finally, you’ve achieved a bit over there, without even notifying us, you’ve transferred back..."

"When it comes to career matters, your dad and I may not interfere! But when it comes to marriage, it’s not up to you to decide how it’s done! Find someone divorced, have you thought about how others will see you?"

"Mom, you..."

Mrs. Cole was overbearing.

Evan Cole’s face turned livid.

Mother and son stood opposed, the atmosphere tense.

But with a casual word from Wyatt Hawthorne, the tense atmosphere surrounding them shattered like bubbles.

"What’s wrong with being divorced?"

His lazy, free-spirited gaze fell on Mrs. Cole’s face. Wyatt Hawthorne smiled, "Auntie, what century have you traveled back from? It’s the 21st century, it’s 2024 now..."

Mrs. Cole’s expression slightly changed.

Wyatt Hawthorne continued, "Let me make this clear! Even if Serena Sinclair were divorced 20 times, your son wouldn’t stand a chance! ... Lowering yourself to look down on people should first consider your own conditions, whether you’re worthy enough!"

"You..."

Mrs. Cole was so angry that she couldn’t speak.

The Cole Family had a scholarly start; all members were cultured individuals.

Yet this is the first time someone had called them names like dogs.

Being accused of looking down on others?

"Mom!"

Her arm was grabbed, her son exerting so much force as if he wanted to crush her arm.

Mrs. Cole turned back.

Seeing her son, usually obedient, now looking more miserable than ever, "Have you stirred enough trouble? Can you leave now?"

"Are you deliberately trying to anger me to death?... Alright, alright, see how you explain it to your father!"

Guests observed.

The son’s defiance.

Along with that echoing statement of looking down on others.

Mrs. Cole’s face turned white with anger, glaring fiercely at Serena Sinclair, she grabbed her purse from the table and turned to leave.

Glancing at Serena Sinclair.

Then glancing at the furious Mrs. Cole whose lips were turning blue.

Evan Cole urgently hurried after her.

The door opened and closed, noise vanished abruptly.

Only the light piano melody swirled in the air.

Serena Sinclair let out a long breath, stepped back, and sat into the sofa.

Turning her head to look at the darkening sky outside, Serena Sinclair felt somewhat embarrassed.

A stroke of bad luck, yet she narrowly escaped each time.

But to say she was blessed with good fortune, every awkward moment was observed directly by Wyatt Hawthorne.

What if it were someone else?

At this moment, Serena Sinclair didn’t even dare to look back to see his expression.

"Are you angry?"

Wyatt Hawthorne casually seated himself across from her, tilted his head to look at her, "Why bother being upset with a mom who only sees her son and nothing else like a frog in the well?"

A frog in the well mom?

Serena Sinclair cracked up, amused yet frustrated, "I’m not angry. Just... a bit embarrassed."

Wyatt Hawthorne’s gaze was questioning.

Serena Sinclair sighed softly, "Getting kicked out by my ex-husband and you witnessed it directly! At the company, the mall, and that night in the attic... every time it’s you!"

"Wyatt Hawthorne..."

Struggling to hold back the embarrassment on her face, Serena Sinclair looked up at Wyatt Hawthorne and asked, "Do you think I offended you in my past life, and in this life, I embarrassingly let you witness many jokes?"

No laughter.

No denial.

Wyatt Hawthorne seemed to be seriously contemplating her words.

Then he had an answer, "Well, isn’t it possible that you didn’t offend me in your past life, but owed me, so you’re repaying it in this life?"

"What did I owe you?"

Serena Sinclair blurted out.

The red pearl grass owed The Divine Page three thousand drops of dew, paid back with a lifetime of tears.

Then Wyatt Hawthorne?

What did she owe him?

"Perhaps only heaven knows, earth knows, and the passing immortals overhead know..."

Wyatt Hawthorne gestured for the waiter to bring the menu over, ordering based on his and Serena Sinclair’s tastes, casually saying, "Whatever you owe, with a lifetime so long, you pay it back slowly!"

Serena Sinclair: ...

The steak was tender.

The creamy soup was rich.

The piano melody weaving through the air was particularly melodious and brisk.

Looking again at Wyatt Hawthorne cutting steaks with a nonchalant air, he exuded an effortless noble charisma in every move.

Serena Sinclair couldn’t help but admit, the bad mood brought by Mrs. Cole was completely swept away.

She realized belatedly that Wyatt Hawthorne should be in the underground parking lot at this time, not here.

Serena Sinclair looked up and asked, "Why did you come?"

Wyatt Hawthorne glanced out the window.

The Maybach was parked by the roadside.

Wyatt Hawthorne smiled and said, "Coincidentally, as the car passed, I turned my head and happened to see that auntie trying to raise a hand against you!"

Auntie?

Thinking of that moment when Mrs. Cole’s face turned ugly.

Serena Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh.

Only to see Wyatt Hawthorne look up at her, "So, how was my performance just now like a younger brother?"

Younger brother.

Serena Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat.

Say, you performed amazingly?

Feels a bit odd.

Say... it’s alright?

There’s a sense of dissatisfaction, urging him to do even better.

Whatever she says seems off.

Serena Sinclair, after a momentary blank, shifted topics quite awkwardly, "Uh, did you tell the driver? He will deliver the 2S tomorrow night, right?"

"...Yes."

Wyatt Hawthorne nodded.

Serena Sinclair breathed a long sigh of relief.

After finishing dinner and walking out of the cafe, the sky had already darkened.

Serena Sinclair turned back to remind Wyatt Hawthorne, "You should head home quickly, no need to see me off... I’ll walk back in about ten minutes, as a walk!"

Wyatt Hawthorne nodded.

Before he could say "alright".

He saw Evan Cole step out from the shadows of the roadside trees.

"Serena..."

Evan Cole walked over to Serena Sinclair.