CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: REMEMBER, I’M HERE FOR YOU!

Tessa felt very distressed listening to what she said.

She quickly hugged Sabrina tighter and comforted her, "Sabrina, you’re not wrong, the one at fault is that bastard Jordan Hawthorne!

But... I support your decision, whether it’s divorce or pursuing your career, your medical skills are so excellent that even after leaving for three years, you’ll still be a champion when you return! I believe you can do it!"

Sabrina nodded.

As they talked, she finished the ginger soup, feeling warm from the inside out.

Tessa tidied the bowl to the side and asked with concern, "Do you feel better now? Are you still feeling cold? Is there anywhere you’re uncomfortable?"

Sabrina shook her head and said, "Much better, thank you."

"No need to thank me, as long as you’re okay."

Tessa breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? Don’t think about anything, just have a good sleep, and return tomorrow!"

"No need."

Sabrina appreciated her kindness but still politely declined, "Zara is still at home, and it’s raining outside. She’s most afraid of thunder. If I don’t go back, she might not sleep well in the middle of the night."

Tessa glanced outside.

The rain poured harder, and the thunder was indeed quite frightening.

Zara’s situation isn’t suitable to be left unattended.

She would definitely look for Mommy in the middle of the night!

Tessa didn’t insist and immediately said, "Then I’ll take you back. I can only feel at ease after seeing you safely home."

"Okay."

This time, Sabrina didn’t refuse again.

Half an hour later, Tessa saw her home and advised, "Sabrina, remember to call me if anything happens. Don’t bear it alone, okay? No matter what happens, remember that I’m here! At worst... I’ll help you raise Zara!"

Sabrina felt a twinge in her nose and replied, "Okay."

Tessa waved her hand and left quickly.

Watching her leave, Sabrina turned to enter the house.

Jordan Hawthorne hadn’t come back yet.

Sabrina seemed used to his staying out all night.

She didn’t give it much thought, went directly to the room, and checked on Zara.

Just as she expected, the little girl was not sleeping soundly.

Sabrina quickly changed into her pajamas, got into bed, and gently held her daughter, soothing her softly.

Perhaps because she had been caught in the rain and wind, Sabrina felt a bit chilly.

Her head was slightly dizzy, and in her daze, she heard familiar footsteps outside.

Jordan Hawthorne was back!

But he walked straight past the room without stopping.

He didn’t seem to care whether Sabrina had safely returned home tonight.

Sabrina didn’t have the strength to think too much or bear grudges; her physical discomfort quickly led her into a deep sleep.

She slept very deeply this time.

It was the nanny who woke Sabrina up the next morning.

She glanced at the time and realized it was already past ten in the morning.

With a slight headache, Sabrina raised her hand to rub her temples and then got out of bed.

The nanny was helping Zara with her clothes beside her, and seeing Sabrina awake, said, "Young Madam, Mister told you to come down with the young lady after washing up."

Sabrina subconsciously frowned and asked the nanny, "Is there something going on?"

Given past experiences, she didn’t think Jordan wanted anything good with them...

The nanny was just about to answer her when suddenly, a childish voice came from outside.

"Transforming mech fights monster, charge!!!"

The voice sounded familiar.

It was... Brooke’s son!

Sabrina’s expression instantly darkened.

He actually brought that foul-mouthed brat home?

Almost instinctually, she felt a surge of disgust and ignored the nanny’s reminder, taking her daughter to wash up slowly.

The nanny was anxious to urge her but didn’t dare speak, only waiting on the side.

It wasn’t until more than ten minutes later that Sabrina and Zara were dressed and went downstairs to eat.

Passing through the hall, she saw Jordan Hawthorne busy on the sofa.

The man, in a white shirt and black trousers, sat elegantly and nobly. His distinct fingers tapped the keyboard, seemingly handling official business.

Next to him, Brooke’s son, Sonny, was playing with an airplane model toy by himself, looking well-behaved.

Sabrina didn’t want to pay any attention to him.

She hadn’t forgotten the nasty words this child had said to Zara at the funeral.

However, Sonny saw them sharply and greeted first, "Zara, you’re awake?"

With a very friendly tone.

Yet, Sabrina felt a shiver in her heart.

This brat was terrifying, able to switch faces seamlessly.

Truly Brooke’s child!

Sabrina didn’t respond to the brat, leading her daughter directly towards the dining room.

At this point, Jordan Hawthorne lifted his eyes and looked at her displeased, saying, "Hasn’t Zara been awake for a while? Why did it take so long to come down?"

Sabrina showed no expression, merely responding indifferently, "What’s going on?"

Seeing her attitude, Jordan slightly frowned but didn’t get angry, "Sonny has been waiting for her a long time to play together!"

Sabrina, hearing this, coldly glanced at the child.

Sonny blinked his eyes and said in an innocent voice, "Auntie, is Zara feeling better? I brought lots of toys today, hoping to be good friends with Zara!"

Seeing his face pretending to be obedient, Sabrina was immediately repulsed.

If she hadn’t seen with her own eyes his two-faced behavior, she might have been deceived by his expression.

Sabrina withdrew her gaze and unceremoniously refused, "No need, Zara isn’t familiar with you. She doesn’t like playing with strangers."

On the sofa, Jordan Hawthorne, suddenly frowned, his voice cold and angry, "Sabrina, must you speak like this? Didn’t Dr. Jennings say that Zara should interact with her peers more for her recovery?

Sonny came here specifically for her, why dampen a child’s enthusiasm?"

Listening to his reproach, Sabrina’s gaze turned cold, and she became increasingly disappointed in this man.

Normally, he showed little care or concern for Zara.

Suddenly being attentive now was likely just to satisfy this brat’s request, not out of genuine concern for Zara.

Moreover, this brat’s insults were so awful that day!

Pretending to be good here, who knows what mischief he’s scheming...

She would not allow this person to contact Zara!

Sabrina also responded coldly, "Zara hasn’t had breakfast yet; I need to take her to eat, no time to play."

Sonny wasn’t upset; instead, he spoke more obediently, "It’s okay, Auntie, you take Zara to have breakfast first, I can wait!"

After speaking, a flick of cunning flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.

Jordan didn’t notice this, only feeling that Sabrina’s attitude was excessive.

Instead, he found Sonny to be, at such a young age, well-behaved and understanding.

Immediately, he lifted his broad hand, rubbing the little one’s head, praising, "Sonny, you’re so sensible..."

Watching the man’s differential treatment, Sabrina directly chose to ignore it, leading Zara to the dining room, opting for out of sight, out of mind.