CHAPTER 208: CHAPTER 208: IN THE MIDST OF FATE, LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Justin Hawthorne noticed Poppy Hale’s surprise.

He tried to comfort her, seemingly wanting to laugh, but his face displayed an awkward and uneasy smile.

"Sister-in-law, Grandpa is like this. You’ll get used to it."

Poppy Hale just couldn’t agree with him.

Marriage is not child’s play; it’s a significant event in a person’s life.

Old Master Hawthorne making such arbitrary decisions about his descendants’ marriages—it’s no wonder there are issues.

Poppy Hale thought about previously when Old Master Hawthorne asked Justin Hawthorne to go on a blind date with Ethan Sutton.

"If you and Eldest Young Master Sutton hit it off, wouldn’t he have rushed you into an engagement as well?"

"Yeah, Grandpa chose Eldest Young Master Sutton partly to make up for Big Brother’s failed engagement with Serena and partly because he thought Eldest Young Master Sutton was mediocre and would be obedient in the future."

Justin Hawthorne shrugged.

"Men like that, plain and timid, aren’t exactly a benefit. I’ve seen many honest but venomous men like Ethan Sutton. Even my second uncle and father are more poisonous than him."

"I don’t have any longing for marriage either. Finding someone Grandpa and I both approve of and having a child would be fine. People get married just preparing for divorce; no exceptions except my uncle and big brother. I’ve never seen anyone genuinely good to their wife."

People get married just preparing for divorce.

This sentence left Poppy Hale momentarily speechless.

Before she married Declan Hawthorne, she also thought this way.

Once Florence Lynch grew up and she completely let go of the person in her heart, she would also consider marriage, but she never believed it to be lasting.

Divorce is the norm; separation fulfills individual needs.

Poppy Hale could somewhat understand Justin Hawthorne’s perspective.

"I used to think that way too. But life’s unpredictability—after witnessing your brother fall in a pool of blood saving Florence and Anya, I felt fear and regret."

"At that moment, I only had one thought: I wanted to marry Declan Hawthorne, even if just for a short time, I wanted to marry him."

Justin Hawthorne curiously asked, "Sister-in-law, is that how my brother won you over?"

"Oh, not really. He came to my house every day, saying he’d be my secret lover, even if I got married, he’d still want to be my clandestine secret."

Justin Hawthorne’s eyes widened!

Such shameless words could actually come from his brother.

Poppy Hale smiled, looking at the time they had agreed upon.

"Let’s go, life is unpredictable, and so is marriage."

Life’s unpredictability—Poppy Hale felt the power of this phrase an hour after saying it aloud.

They had just arrived at Simon Sinclair’s place.

In conversation, Simon Sinclair suddenly muttered, "Even Buddha will bless you."

Poppy Hale’s heart skipped a beat.

Simon Sinclair wasn’t a Buddhist; normally, he’s a logical artist.

Recently, their communication had been smooth, with just a few areas needing adjustment.

Now, at this critical moment, he suddenly uttered such incongruous words.

No one else noticed, including Silas Sinclair, thinking it was just old chatter.

Poppy Hale steadied herself and softly asked, "Master Sinclair, have you had a health check recently? Judging by your condition, I’d suggest you go for an examination."

Simon Sinclair and Silas Sinclair were taken aback.

Poppy Hale, sincere and open about her suspicions.

"Master Sinclair’s condition is somewhat similar to my grandmother’s. I suspect there might be early signs of a brain hemorrhage.

Silas Sinclair suddenly stood up.

"Why must you speak so harshly?"

Poppy Hale was about to apologize when Simon Sinclair kindly waved his hand, "It’s okay, she’s just being considerate. Let’s go have it checked, and coincidentally, visit your daughter."

Silas Sinclair’s daughter worked at the hospital.

"I’m sorry to trouble you today. I’ll have my son take me for a checkup, and we’ll be in touch later."

"Alright."

After leaving, Justin Hawthorne felt concerned.

"Sister-in-law, is Master Sinclair really sick?"

"Probably true. We’ll likely need to find new partners."

Poppy Hale considered whether to speak up directly.

If not, Silas Sinclair might accuse her of speaking harshly, as many elderly are averse to such topics.

But she didn’t regret her decision.

If someone had warned her grandmother earlier, perhaps her grandmother wouldn’t have passed away so soon.

Serena Sutton and Justin Hawthorne both sighed.

"We’ll look into other masters. Master Sinclair, after all, is of advanced age. If his health fails, he won’t be able to handle this."

The Chrysalis series represented their passion.

No matter how arduous the process, they couldn’t tolerate the slightest imperfection.

Back at the hotel, they soon received a call from Silas Sinclair.

"It’s true, my father shows early signs of a brain hemorrhage. We really have to thank you. If President Hale hadn’t noticed, we might have faced irreparable consequences."

They were prepared, so it wasn’t too distressing.

After a few words of concern, Poppy Hale planned to hang up the phone.

Unexpectedly, Silas Sinclair continued, "My father genuinely admires your work. Many design aspects resonated with him. It’s unfortunate he can’t create this jewelry due to his health now. To express our gratitude for your sincerity and help, my father wants to introduce you to his old friend, Clayton Grant."

Poppy Hale’s eyes widened suddenly.

Master Grant and Simon Sinclair were once legendary figures in the jewelry world.

However, he had announced his retirement years ago, refusing to create jewelry anymore.

Even the Hawthorne Group didn’t know his current whereabouts.

Finding him was out of the question.

Silas Sinclair, "My father will contact Old Master Grant in advance, and I’ll pass along his address and contact info. But convincing the old master to come out of retirement is up to you."

Silas Sinclair spoke with some sentiment.

Initially, he hadn’t even wanted to open the door for Poppy Hale and her team.

But now, he was grateful they persisted and hadn’t left. In the end, his empathy led him to open the door.

A great disaster thus averted.

Recently, through chats with Poppy Hale and the others, the old master rediscovered many youthful feelings; jewelry has always been a dazzling star.

Exploring the universe is a form of romance.

Grateful for them, Silas Sinclair felt the same.

That’s why he gave Poppy Hale and her team this opportunity.

It was an unexpected blessing in disguise.

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Returning to Arvum.

Clayton Grant’s address was also sent to Poppy Hale’s phone.

Located in the depths of the mountains, an unknown small canyon.

Perhaps that’s why no one could find Master Grant all these years.

Poppy Hale considered.

"Justin, you go find Master Grant. We have a batch of raw materials arriving soon, and I need to oversee it myself. There’s a shipment held up at customs in Sterling; Serena, please handle it."

The company had a multitude of issues to resolve.

Upon returning, without even a sip of water, Justin Hawthorne boarded a flight to the mountains.

Mia Quinn, hailing from the mountains herself, worried about the city girl Justin getting lost, asked Poppy Hale if she could accompany Justin on the trip.

In the company, the once gathered people scattered once again.

Even Declan Hawthorne hadn’t seen Poppy Hale for days.

In the car at the entrance, Declan Hawthorne glanced at the man beside him.

"I’m here to pick up my wife. What are you doing here?"

Allen Shaw, with a cheeky grin.

"I’m here to keep you company as you pick up your wife."