CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: THAT GIRL SURE ATE WELL IN THE PAST

Among these people.

Only Mia Quinn knows about the past between Poppy Hale and Declan Hawthorne.

But when she asked, Amber Yates and the others didn’t suspect anything.

After all, Poppy Hale is indeed very capable.

No boss would willingly sign her resignation letter.

Poppy Hale nodded.

Calmly said, "It’s a resignation, not seeking his opinion, I don’t need his approval."

She glanced around the place where she had worked for so long.

Poppy Hale felt a subtle sense of reluctance.

She couldn’t count the nights she’d spent here, nor the countless hours of overtime.

Her blood, sweat, and tears were here too.

Mia Quinn thought for a moment.

Took out a phone chain from her bag and handed it to Poppy Hale.

She winked at her.

"Consider it a farewell gift from me."

Poppy Hale was taken aback.

It was a plaster doll phone chain, clearly shaped like a little person.

It was broken in half and glued back together, slightly misaligned.

On the bottom of the plaster doll’s feet, there were a few letters.

HJS.

Poppy Hale immediately recognized it; it was a phone chain she made for Declan Hawthorne back in college.

She was surprised. Wasn’t this lost? How did it end up with Mia Quinn?

Mia Quinn honestly said, "When I was in school, I really liked a very outstanding senior, but that senior had a girlfriend."

"That day, at the café where the senior worked, I saw him using glue to fix this doll. He said if his girlfriend saw it, she would be upset, and he didn’t want his girlfriend to be upset."

Poppy Hale was taken aback.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Mia Quinn continued, "The manager said, you always talk about your girlfriend, people would think you’re dating a fairy. The senior said, he doesn’t like fairies."

Meaning, that senior only liked his girlfriend.

"People in the café said the senior often skipped meals, saving money to buy gifts for his girlfriend. I found it unbelievable at the time."

"That day, on the way back to school, the senior dropped his phone chain, and I happened to pick it up."

Mia Quinn gave Poppy Hale a friendly smile.

Her obscure, hurtful unrequited love from her youth ended just like that.

Perhaps it hadn’t ended, but as for those things between Poppy Hale and Declan Hawthorne, they were completely over.

As for someone else’s part.

Mia Quinn recalled the messages she received under Poppy Hale’s name back then.

A flash of extreme hatred crossed her eyes, which she quickly concealed.

Poppy Hale looked at the plaster doll in her hand.

She didn’t expect that something she made would come back to her like this.

Amber Yates asked in surprise, "Giving this to Poppy, are you hoping she’ll meet such a good man?"

Mia Quinn tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Giving it back to Poppy is returning things to their rightful owner."

"I also want to tell Poppy that back then, your boyfriend really liked you."

Amber Yates widened her eyes.

"Poppy Hale! You actually dated such a romantic man! No wonder you don’t fancy President Hawthorne!"

The silly girl used to appreciate some really good things.

Poppy Hale nearly spat out the water she had just drunk.

"How would I dare not fancy President Hawthorne?"

"Last time President Hawthorne visited our department, you didn’t even glance at him, is that how you’re supposed to treat a handsome guy?"

Poppy Hale smiled, "Looking at a handsome guy costs working overtime on weekends. Still want to look?"

Amber Yates immediately said no.

There are no handsome guys in this world.

Only heartless capitalists.

Poppy Hale attached the plaster doll to her phone.

Looking at this doll seemed to constantly remind her.

The once broken doll was reattached, with visible glue marks.

It could never be restored to its original state.

-

In the hospital.

Mrs. Hawthorne glanced towards the door several times.

Hugo Hawthorne pressed her shoulder to make her sit properly.

"What are you looking at, glancing around like that."

"Seeing when my granddaughter will come."

Hugo Hawthorne: "?"

A car accident didn’t say it hit her brain.

He went forward and touched Mrs. Hawthorne’s forehead.

"Janet, are you muddled from the crash? Is there some internal injury that wasn’t found?"

Mrs. Hawthorne slapped his hand away.

"What nonsense, I have a biological granddaughter now, there’s no use being jealous."

Hugo Hawthorne looked at Mrs. Hawthorne in confusion.

"If you have a granddaughter, isn’t she my granddaughter too?"

"Not the same, I just won’t tell you. When my granddaughter and I are really close, then I’ll tell you that’s our granddaughter."

Ms. Janet Barrett had a delightful idea.

When Florence Lynch and she were super close, closer than anyone in the world, she’d finally tell Hugo.

This is our own granddaughter.

By then, Old Man Hawthorne would want to fawn over Florence and it would be too late.

Thinking about it, Ms. Janet Barrett chuckled to herself.

Laughed out loud.

But then she thought about Poppy Hale, and her heart twisted a bit.

After a long night’s thought.

No wonder, Declan Hawthorne told Old Man Chambers that Florence is his biological daughter.

She didn’t believe it initially.

But the words Poppy Hale said before also lingered in Ms. Janet Barrett’s mind.

She knew Poppy Hale suffered giving birth, and knew her son went overboard.

There were misunderstandings between them, but she just didn’t know if Poppy Hale still had feelings for her son.

Jackie Barrett initially wanted to call Poppy Hale.

But after thinking it over, when it came to young people’s relationships, what business do the older generation have meddling in?

She couldn’t guess Poppy Hale’s intentions and didn’t want to tell the Hawthorne Family about Florence.

The child was honest with her, and she couldn’t simply heap distress onto others.

That would be returning ingratitude for generosity.

Jackie sighed, "I didn’t sleep well at all last night."

Hugo made a sound of acknowledgment.

"Snoring after sleeping all afternoon, it’d be surprising if you slept well at night."

Jackie: "..."

She glared fiercely at Hugo Hawthorne.

"I see your son’s mouth must have learned from you, can’t say anything nice, barking all the time, it’d be a miracle if he finds a partner."

Hugo stayed calm, completely unbothered.

His wife was full of energy, still able to scold him.

No problem at all.

"What are you worried about, didn’t I find a wife? I heard Old Man Sutton’s daughter went to look at sports cars with that boy Endeavor."

"So what?"

Hugo smiled, "Endeavor’s family doesn’t make cars, why is the Sutton girl looking at cars with him? I think there’s something there."

Neither Hugo Hawthorne nor Jackie Barrett took Serena Sutton’s matter seriously.

In their eyes, Declan Hawthorne’s wishes were of utmost importance.

If Declan didn’t want it, it wouldn’t happen.

Not to mention, Ms. Janet Barrett closed her eyes, her mind full of Poppy Hale and Florence.

If she already had a daughter-in-law and granddaughter, why would she want Serena Sutton?

At the hospital room’s door, Florence Lynch appeared in pink overalls.

Ran towards Jackie.

"Grandma Big Bear, I came to see you!"

As she spoke, she took a round apple from her overall pocket.

"This is from our kindergarten, so delicious! Grandma Big Bear, eat it."

"The teacher said, eat an apple, keep the doctor away! Grandma Big Bear, after you eat it, you’ll surely recover!"

Ms. Janet Barrett had rarely shed tears in her life.

At this moment, holding the small apple.

Tears couldn’t be held back, rolling down from her eyes.

What a wonderful child.

Jackie wanted to have a chat with Poppy Hale.