CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: SISTER, YOU’RE SO CRUELHEARTED!

Flowers are for Mrs. Thorne.

Fresh fruit toys are for Twinkle.

The gift Serena Sinclair gave to Brandon Thorne was a stack of drawings in a box.

The completed design of "Forest Cove."

Front view.

Side view.

Aerial view.

From the overall layout to the individual details, everything is clear and vivid.

Not only that, Serena Sinclair enriched the discussion points from the Hillcrest Villa meeting, adding many details no one had mentioned, making the design even more perfect.

Nearby, there’s a sand castle and a grassy slide.

In the distance, there are gliders and hot air balloons.

On the branches, there are lifelike little monkeys and squirrels.

Rather than just a playground built in the forest, it’s more like a large recreational project.

Brandon Thorne had no doubt about the value of this design.

If he were to sell Serena Sinclair’s stack of drawings, industry experts would definitely bid unimaginable high prices for them.

But Serena Sinclair just gave them to him, without even bothering to mention it.

If it weren’t for his wife who adored Serena Sinclair and wanted to see what gift she prepared for the host,

Brandon Thorne would have almost treated the drawings like a piece of artwork and stored them away.

"Serena Sinclair, this... is too valuable! I can’t accept it! Tomorrow, you and Wyatt Hawthorne should come over for dinner and take them back."

On the other end of the video, Brandon Thorne’s expression was solemn.

Serena Sinclair laughed, "It’s just a few drawings, just a little effort, not as serious as President Thorne says. I like Twinkle, that’s why I gave them to you. If you and your wife like it, then keep it... But, I’ve noted your invitation for dinner, I’ll definitely come another day, your wife’s cooking is fantastic, I’d like to learn that fermented tofu ribs dish."

"Alright, since I’ve sent them to you, you should keep them..."

The praise was for Serena Sinclair, yet Wyatt Hawthorne seemed happier than having been praised himself.

He turned the phone and said to Brandon Thorne on the other side, "Among friends, why be so polite?"

Such a big ego!

Have you even won her over yet to be talking about "among friends"?

Brandon Thorne’s eyes were full of teasing, the joke unspoken, his ears moved slightly, "Twinkle just woke up, I won’t talk to you anymore, bring Serena over for dinner someday."

Wyatt Hawthorne hadn’t even said "Okay" yet.

Beep.

The video was already disconnected.

The elevator ascended all the way to the 19th floor, and as Serena Sinclair exited, Wyatt Hawthorne followed.

Serena Sinclair paused her steps.

Wyatt Hawthorne naturally went past her and opened the door, "I need to comfort 2S’s hurt feelings."

???

Serena Sinclair was speechless, "How is it hurt?"

The door hummed open, Wyatt Hawthorne caught the jumping 2S.

He turned back to look at Serena Sinclair, "You said you wanted to get a dog!"

"??? When did I say I wanted a dog? And we chatted about it on WeChat, I didn’t say it out loud. Plus, when we were chatting, it was asleep, it couldn’t have heard!"

Serena Sinclair argued firmly.

Wyatt Hawthorne shrugged, "But just now when I said it, it heard it!"

The crucial thing was, he mentioned that she said she wanted a dog.

She was staring directly into 2S’s eyes that seemed to accuse her silently.

Serena Sinclair: ...

"Isn’t our 2S the cutest cat in the world, right?"

She patted its head.

Scratched its chin.

Wyatt Hawthorne put 2S back on the sofa and strode away, covered in cat fur on his suit jacket.

The door closed, and the living room fell silent.

Thinking back to the playful banter between her and him, they seemed like two immature children.

Serena Sinclair: ...

Is this what they call being influenced by those around you?

But the problem is, Wyatt Hawthorne isn’t usually this immature!

What’s gotten into her?

Serena Sinclair had to admit, in front of Wyatt Hawthorne, she seemed more relaxed and at ease compared to being with others.

The phone chimed.

Serena Sinclair looked down.

A WeChat message from Wyatt Hawthorne.

[Sister, I’ve reached home! Goodnight!]

Serena Sinclair: ...

He used to tell her when he returned to Hillcrest Villa, or he’d ask if she’d arrived at the loft on Old Town Lane.

Even though it was just a small habit, it inexplicably brought peace of mind.

But now they’re just upstairs and downstairs, there’s really no need, right?

Thinking this, Serena Sinclair still replied.

[I have a date with a friend tomorrow, not cooking, suit yourself! ... Goodnight!]

[Not only are you abandoning 2S, but you’re also abandoning me! Sister, you’re so cruel!!!]

[...]

Just because of that one sentence from Wyatt Hawthorne, saying she’s so cruel, by noon the next day, Serena Sinclair found herself momentarily distracted by the sizzle of the steak in front of her.

"Hey, back to reality..."

Una Hutton waved her hand in front of her, looking puzzled, "What are you thinking about?"

"...Nothing."

Serena Sinclair brushed it off, changing the subject, "Our department is having a team-building event next weekend. Our boss said we can bring our family. So, will you go as family?"

Sure enough, Una Hutton’s attention quickly shifted, "Really? When are we leaving?"

"Serena Sinclair..."

"Serena Sinclair?"

Surprised and delighted voices rang out at the end of the meal.

Serena Sinclair and Una Hutton looked up simultaneously to see Adrian Lockwood and Chloe Lynch coming down from the upper floor.

Followed by Clara Lynch and a pair of middle-aged couples.

A flash of joy crossed Adrian Lockwood’s eyes.

Chloe Lynch’s face turned pale with anger.

She had thought the lunchtime meeting would show her parents Adrian Lockwood’s excellence and how well he treated her.

The pleasant conversation was expected to naturally lead to the settling of their wedding plans.

Yet Adrian Lockwood behaved properly.

Her parents weren’t that enthusiastic either.

Even her mother’s indirect comment that if you genuinely love someone, you shouldn’t live together without a proper status, was casually shrugged off by Adrian Lockwood.

Adrian Lockwood said he had been married once, so now he would certainly think things over carefully.

He also talked about the need to consider Miles Lockwood, and that inviting Chloe Lynch to move in was also an opportunity to foster her relationship with Miles Lockwood.

Halfway through the conversation, her father visibly showed displeasure, giving her repeated glances, as if criticizing her lack of self-respect and pride.

Nowhere to vent her grievances, unexpectedly, she saw Serena Sinclair as soon as she came downstairs.

"Clara Lynch, did you do this on purpose?"

Unable to lash out at her parents, nor at Serena Sinclair.

Chloe Lynch directed her anger at Clara Lynch, "You asked Serena Sinclair to sabotage me, what good does it do to you? Clara Lynch, everything you have today was given by my parents, not Serena Sinclair!!!"

Tears of injustice flowed down her face, Chloe Lynch stormed out.

Clara Lynch was a bit dumbfounded.

Yesterday, she did indeed gossip with Serena Sinclair about Adrian Lockwood meeting the parents, but she only found out where the lunch would be taking place today.

Serena Sinclair definitely didn’t know.

But even if she were willing to explain, Chloe Lynch might not listen.

With a helpless smile, Clara Lynch turned to her parents beside her, "Dad, Mom, I honestly didn’t."

"I know!"

Having raised the child themselves, they understood their temperaments and traits.

Mrs. Lynch nodded, reassuringly patting Clara Lynch’s hand.

Outside the restaurant, she then asked Clara Lynch, "Was that Serena Sinclair just now, Adrian Lockwood’s ex-wife?"

Clara Lynch nodded.

Mrs. Lynch shook her head with a bitter smile, glancing at Chloe Lynch being comforted by Adrian Lockwood next to a Mercedes in the distance, she sighed, "A pair of blind-hearted people!"

Chloe Lynch had said Adrian Lockwood and Serena Sinclair parted ways with irreparable differences when they divorced, no chance of reconciliation.

But just now, the momentary flash of joy in Adrian Lockwood’s eyes.

She saw it clearly from the sidelines.

Having lived most of her life, how could she not understand the little tricks hidden in men’s hearts?

If they were truly irreparable, without any reconciliation, upon seeing an ex-wife, one should feel resentment.

Why would there be joy?

He was clearly pleased.

"If she doesn’t marry him, her eagerness to wed is futile, let things be..."

Mrs. Lynch sighed.