CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: EXPLORING A RELATIONSHIP WITH MR. FITZGERALD

Jordan Hawthorne indeed had no intention of letting Sabrina Hayes off the hook.

After confirming that Ethan Hawthorne was alright, he immediately left the ward to call Sabrina Hayes.

At that moment, Sabrina was at home, about to take a shower, and when she saw the caller ID, she didn’t want to answer.

She switched her phone to silent mode. When she came out after her shower, she found over a dozen missed calls.

There was also a message.

"Give me the information of Zara’s psychologist! I’m Zara’s father. I have the right to know who is treating her."

Sabrina stared at it for a few seconds, roughly guessing his intention.

It was probably because he found out about Ethan getting beaten, leading him to make this call.

Pretending to care about Zara was fake; what he really wanted was to deal with Mr. Fitzgerald.

Sabrina’s eyes turned cold, she blocked him right away without responding.

On Jordan Hawthorne’s end, as he waited and still got no response, he tried calling again, only to find he couldn’t get through.

His face turned livid with rage!

Chase Lynch had used quite a few connections to investigate this person further.

But they still couldn’t dig up any detailed information; all they found was that his last name was Fitzgerald.

He reported honestly to Jordan Hawthorne.

"Fitzgerald?"

Jordan Hawthorne furrowed his brow, searching his memory for notable families in Aethel with the surname Fitzgerald.

Yet, among the top-ranking families in Aethel, none were named Fitzgerald!

What on earth is going on?

That man, possessing his own private beach in Veridia, always accompanied by bodyguards who clearly looked exceptional, surely had some identity!

But no matter what, the Hawthorne Group couldn’t unearth anything!

Just who is this person???

Jordan Hawthorne’s heart was both angered and ablaze.

He had always looked down on Sabrina Hayes.

But now, the matters involving her were steadily slipping out of his control.

This made him very displeased!

...

After Sabrina blocked him for peace, she shrugged off Jordan Hawthorne and put him out of her mind.

In the following days, she went back to being busy.

On Thursday, it was rare for the research institute to be quiet, so she accepted an invitation to go shopping with Tessa Hughes, to buy some new clothes for her parents and Zara.

In the afternoon, worn out from shopping, the two of them found a café to rest and ordered some cakes.

Tessa exclaimed, "It’s so hard to book time with you, you busy bee! Ever since you started working with Josee Sheffield, both the institute and N.Z. Tech have needed you. I almost thought you were going to turn into a work machine."

Sabrina laughed and said, "Not really. N.Z. needed me before because it was just starting up. Now it’s basically stable; having Josee Sheffield handle things is enough, and the team is reliable unless a tough problem arises.

As for the research institute, the progress on new drug development is going smoothly, and the team is just as capable... I estimate in under two months, another new effective drug can hit the market!

In the future, I’ll gradually cut back on trivial matters and won’t have to do everything personally!"

Tessa nodded in agreement, "You really should relax a bit more. Back when you were with the Hawthorne Family, you never had a break, and now starting your own business makes you even more exhausted. When have you ever been this at ease?

You know, your health is your greatest asset! Once you’ve made money, you should enjoy it and be a little kinder to yourself!"

"Yes, you’re right."

Sabrina agreed with a smile.

She knew that her friend was concerned about her, so she naturally accepted her advice with delight.

Tessa continued, "The kind of enjoyment I mean isn’t just material but emotional too. Once you shake off Hawthorne the Scum, maybe consider dating again.

This time find someone reliable, like... Mr. Fitzgerald."

Sabrina was drinking coffee, and the remark made her choke on it.

She coughed for quite a while before recovering.

With an exasperated look, she said to her, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tessa eagerly added, "I’m not talking nonsense; I’m speaking the truth! Look, Mr. Fitzgerald is so handsome, like a god descending to earth, with that aura, those broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs... And he’s successful in his career, a respected figure in the military with an unusual background.

The key point is, he’s gentle, meticulous, treats Darling Zara so well, and shows great respect for women!

A man this perfect and flawless would make any woman’s heart flutter, right?

And with your high match in attractiveness!"

At this point, she leaned in and whispered, "Honestly, I think... you guys are a good match! Last time, when I saw you two standing together at the military complex entrance, I thought you looked perfect together!

Maybe you could consider developing it further..."

Sabrina saw that the more Tessa spoke, the more outrageous it became. She quickly covered her mouth, "Stop talking nonsense; if someone hears it, it won’t be good!"

Not to mention that she wasn’t divorced yet, a man like Mr. Fitzgerald, with such clear character, wasn’t someone just anyone could match.

Tessa blinked her eyes.

Even though she couldn’t speak, it didn’t hinder her enthusiasm for shipping them.

This pair was just perfect together!

In the evening, after finishing their purchases, they went to the school to pick up Zara on the way.

Dylan Quinlan, upon seeing Sabrina, said solemnly, "Dr. Nash, do you have a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you."

Sabrina rarely saw him like this and quickly asked with concern, "What’s the matter? Did something happen to Zara again?"

"No, no, Zara is doing great."

Dylan smiled and explained, "It’s like this: last weekend, Zara entered a painting in a competition, right? Today, the results came out, and the little girl’s work won first prize and received high praise from the master of Chinese painting, Quentin Morgan.

Currently, quite a few media outlets are interested and have contacted the school to request an interview with Zara.

However, I’ve temporarily held them off without agreeing, and I wanted to see what your opinion is."

Sabrina hadn’t expected to hear such good news and was stunned for a moment.

After a while, she was full of surprise, "Really... first prize?"

Dylan laughed and said, "Yes, the competition Zara entered this time is quite prestigious, with a panel of expert judges!

But given Zara’s special situation, I didn’t dare to agree off the bat."

Sabrina nodded, appreciating that Mr. Quinlan had thought it through thoroughly.

Although Zara’s situation had significantly improved, including her fear of interacting with others getting much better,

that doesn’t mean she could easily face the media.

Once it hits the news, in the future she’d have to deal with more situations, and she could not allow Zara to take that risk.

Sabrina barely hesitated before saying, "Mr. Quinlan, please refuse for me. Zara isn’t suitable for interviews at the moment, and I don’t want her exposed to the public.

It took her a lot of effort to reach where she is now; I can’t let her face any risk."

Dylan wasn’t surprised at her choice.

"Alright, if that’s the case, I’ll inform the media accordingly. The trophy from the competition will also be collected by the school.

However, it’s such a pity for Zara to achieve such an honor for the first time and have it pass so quietly, so the school would like to hold a small award ceremony for her. What do you think?"

Sabrina hesitated a bit, "Wouldn’t that be a hassle for the school?"

Dylan replied with a smile, "Not at all. Besides, there are other children who participated, and while they didn’t win at the competition, we can have an in-school awards ceremony for them too. That would liven up the event, wouldn’t it?"

Sabrina felt warmed, "If that’s the case, then it’s perfectly fine."

Dylan clapped his hands, "Great, it’s settled then. Tonight, I’ll gather the teachers to set it up, and we’ll hold the award ceremony tomorrow!"

He bid a brief goodbye and quickly turned to leave.

As he entered, he pulled out his phone to text a friend, "Wesley, your precious pupil won an award."

But in his haste, his fingers accidentally changed ’pupil’ to ’daughter’!