CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: FLORENCE LYNCH IS HER BIOLOGICAL GRANDDAUGHTER!

Justin Hawthorne was a bit curious.

"Big brother, what did you say to Grandpa?"

"Nothing much, just that the old lady from last time didn’t take a liking to Grandpa."

Justin Hawthorne: "..."

The old man meets with various old ladies every day.

He’s almost exhausted.

Those old ladies, aside from anything else, each lives a comfortable life, full of energy.

Meeting one would be fine, but seeing a dozen every day is really wearing the old man out.

Yet he insists on holding on.

He doesn’t want to lower his head to Declan Hawthorne just because he feels too tired.

His entire life, the word compromise hasn’t existed in his dictionary.

Every day, he clings to his spirit, and as soon as he opens his eyes, he starts arranging various meetings with the old ladies.

This morning, he opened his phone and saw the message from Declan Hawthorne.

That breath just got stuck.

The old man clutched his heart on the spot.

He was sent to the hospital.

Hugo Hawthorne and Jackie Barrett discussed it and took the old man to the hospital.

They sent Declan Hawthorne a perfunctory message, saying the old man’s health was fine and he didn’t need to rush back to see him.

Justin Hawthorne received the news just a moment ago.

It was after the old man woke up, holding his phone, and posted a selfie on his Moments.

Wearing a hospital gown.

The old man was quite trendy.

Justin couldn’t find anything out from Declan Hawthorne.

He had no choice but to give up.

The Hawthorne Group’s bus stopped at the parking lot of the resort.

Amber Yates drove over and asked Poppy Hale, "Poppy, are you and Florence coming with us? We’ll give you a ride back."

Poppy Hale hadn’t spoken yet.

Iris Quill raised her hand, "This pretty auntie, Aunt Poppy is going back in my mom’s car! Thank you, you’re really a good aunt!"

These few words almost made Amber Yates so flattered she lost her bearings.

She completely ignored that Iris Quill was refusing on behalf of Poppy Hale.

She pulled out a bunch of kids’ snacks from her bag, smiling brightly as she left.

Declan Hawthorne pinched the back of Iris Quill’s neck, unbuckling the seatbelt.

"You little sweet-talker."

"I’m telling the truth! Uncle, don’t always talk about me outside, I also care about my image, you’re making me embarrassed like this."

Heather Underwood followed behind, let out a chuckle.

"When I told you to eat fewer bites during meals, why didn’t you say you care about your image?"

When a group of kids ate together, after Iris Quill finished her food, she would just sit there.

Waiting for Florence Lynch to finish eating.

Whatever Florence didn’t eat, she asked eagerly if she was still going to eat it.

After confirming Florence wouldn’t eat anymore, Iris Quill ate everything.

If asked, it’s because she doesn’t want to waste food.

But, it must be said.

Iris Quill eats with great appetite, encouraging several kids to eat quite a bit too.

Lately, Florence Lynch’s appetite has also improved a lot.

Once they reached the parking lot.

Heather Underwood looked at Declan Hawthorne, and suddenly said, "Oh, my car doesn’t have a child safety seat, Declan, I remember you have two in your car, right? Would you mind taking Iris back?"

She then pulled Justin Hawthorne along.

"Justin, I have something to tell you, come in my car, we’ll leave first!"

After saying that, she pulled Justin Hawthorne away.

Not caring at all that her son was still in Declan’s arms.

After getting in the car, Justin Hawthorne looked at the safety seat in the back, remained silent for a moment.

"Miss Heather, what’s this about?"

"Oh, that seat is broken."

Looking at the brand new safety seat, barely even showing signs of wear.

This thing is broken?

-

Halfway through the drive.

Declan Hawthorne received a phone call.

Said Mrs. Hawthorne was in a car accident, and Declan Hawthorne was needed at the hospital now.

The doctor on the other end hesitated, seeming like there was something complicated that was hard to explain.

Declan Hawthorne’s brow furrowed.

His fingers clenched the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white.

His lips pressed into a tight line.

The two kids in the car heard the call.

Both insisted on going to the hospital to see Mrs. Hawthorne.

Poppy Hale spoke up, "Let’s go to the hospital, if it’s not convenient, Florence and I can go back by ourselves."

Florence Lynch also worried about Mrs. Hawthorne.

"I want to go to the hospital to see Grandma Big Bear."

She was very concerned about Grandma Big Bear too.

The steering wheel turned, making a turn at the next intersection in the opposite direction.

When they reached the hospital.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s wounds had already been treated, lying on the hospital bed, her leg elevated and unable to move.

She looked a bit weak, wearing a ventilator, unable to speak.

Seeing her like this, both kids were very worried, holding Mrs. Hawthorne’s hands on either side, tearful eyes.

Declan Hawthorne’s mood was heavy.

An officer explained by the side.

"It was a traffic accident, the driver in front was driving under the influence and has already been detained. Originally, Mrs. Hawthorne’s injuries weren’t so severe, but... Mrs. Hawthorne was holding a small dog in her hand."

While protecting the dog, Mrs. Hawthorne got injured.

Poppy Hale looked up in amazement.

Her eyes were slightly moist.

The officer held a small Maltese dog, placing it in Declan Hawthorne’s arms.

The little dog’s head had a bow, very cute, clearly it was something Mrs. Hawthorne meticulously picked out to give as a gift.

Florence Lynch immediately burst into inconsolable tears.

"I’m sorry, Grandma Big Bear, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have wanted a puppy, it’s my fault, please get better soon... I’m sorry, Grandma Big Bear..."

On the way to buy her the puppy, Mrs. Hawthorne had the accident.

Mrs. Hawthorne wanted to lift her hand to wipe Florence Lynch’s tears.

But she had no strength.

She could only cry along with her.

Tears streamed onto the medical equipment.

Seeing this, Declan Hawthorne stepped forward to wipe away Mrs. Hawthorne’s tears.

Then went to comfort Florence Lynch.

"It’s alright, your grandma will get better soon."

Fortunately, the injury wasn’t too severe.

But she would still need a long recovery period.

Mrs. Hawthorne had a reasonably good constitution.

The Hawthorne family would also bring in the most professional medical team.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s fingers moved slightly as she held Florence Lynch’s small hand.

Her face was all comforting and loving smiles.

Indicating to her, that grandma will be alright.

Poppy Hale’s eyes felt a little sore.

She never expected Mrs. Hawthorne’s fondness for Florence Lynch to be to such an extent.

During the car accident, she even protected the puppy Mrs. Hawthorne bought for Florence, even if it meant getting injured herself.

Looking at the puppy in Declan Hawthorne’s arms, its eyes stared innocently at Poppy Hale.

Cute and pretty.

Poppy Hale thought.

When picking out this puppy, Mrs. Hawthorne must have been looking forward to seeing the surprise on Florence’s face when she received it.

Poppy Hale felt a powerful impact in her heart.

She bent over slightly, whispered something in Mrs. Hawthorne’s ear.

Mrs. Hawthorne’s pupils dilated instantly.

She babbled, trying to say something, but couldn’t.

Poppy Hale gently patted her hand, held Mrs. Hawthorne’s hand tightly.

"Everything will be discussed when you get better, alright?"

Mrs. Hawthorne was taken aback at first, then nodded continuously.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably.

She was overwhelmed with emotion.

Was she dreaming just now?

She actually heard Poppy Hale say, Florence is Declan Hawthorne’s daughter.

Florence is her and Hugo Hawthorne’s biological granddaughter.

Mrs. Hawthorne even thought life is so short, was this the end of her life’s journey.

Otherwise, how could she hear such joyous news?

The sudden joy surged, making Mrs. Hawthorne wish she could recover immediately.

She fumbled for words, failing to say anything coherent.

Declan Hawthorne glanced at Poppy Hale.

He looked at Mrs. Hawthorne, calmly said, "First recover, don’t worry about anything else."

Mrs. Hawthorne felt she couldn’t.

How could she not worry?

Now she was worried sick!

With the way Declan was, when would he bring back her daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

Useless good-for-nothing.