CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: UNWILLING TO TREAT JORDAN HAWTHORNE

Later, Zara got a bit tired and looked unwell, so Sabrina Hayes ended the amusement park trip early.

Upon arriving home, she unexpectedly saw that Jordan Hawthorne had already returned.

The man was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, tapping on his computer.

His gaze was focused, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing the demeanor of a business elite.

He actually didn’t go out with his first love and illegitimate son?

This was a bit unexpected for Sabrina Hayes.

However, she didn’t plan to pay attention to him.

They had just had a disagreement during the day, and she had no desire to talk to him, only pouring a glass of warm water to give to Zara.

During that time, she couldn’t help but think of the divorce agreement again.

Did this man read it or not?

Why is he dragging it out, never giving a response???

While she furrowed her brows in thought, she didn’t notice when Jordan Hawthorne looked up and glanced at Zara sitting on the sofa.

Zara noticed and greeted instinctively, "Daddy..."

Jordan Hawthorne nodded slightly, asking her, "Where did you go this afternoon? Have you eaten anything?"

Zara answered truthfully, "Went to play... Mommy and godmother together... Ate cake and meals..."

Jordan Hawthorne replied with a slight ’hmm’, handing over a beautifully packaged box, "This is for you, open it and see if you like it!"

Zara looked over timidly...

On the box, she saw her favorite pink little fox.

The young one had no resistance to this, immediately taking it curiously and opening it.

Sabrina Hayes, seeing this, instinctively wanted to stop her.

She had been scared too much before.

Worried that this might be Brooke Sinclair’s son, using the guise of giving a gift to cause trouble or tamper with it.

However, Zara’s hands were quicker this time.

The box was opened quickly, and instead of something meant to prank, there was a delicate little fox hairpin inside.

It was inlaid with small diamonds and looked very beautiful.

With just one glance, Zara loved it, holding it in her hands, unable to part with it, admiring it back and forth.

Sabrina Hayes’ expression was indifferent, not feeling any joy for Jordan Hawthorne’s gesture.

Zara understood the concept of receiving a sweet date after a big stick.

Jordan Hawthorne calculated this well, continually ignoring Zara!

But she understood!

This man giving a hairpin was perhaps just to find peace of mind for coldly ignoring Zara in the afternoon!

Sabrina Hayes’ gaze was cold, as she walked a few steps to her daughter and said, "Darling, shall I take you upstairs for a bath? We went to the amusement park this afternoon, sweated a lot, and now you smell. Let’s go back and get cleaned up."

Zara, being in a good mood, naturally had no objections.

She loved being clean in the first place, and upon hearing she smelled, she couldn’t wait, extending her fair little arms.

Sabrina Hayes took the opportunity to pick up her little one and turned to leave.

Jordan Hawthorne frowned, watching her back, his expression filled with displeasure.

That night, after giving Zara a bath, Sabrina Hayes didn’t go downstairs again.

Regarding Jordan Hawthorne’s whereabouts, she paid no attention.

The next morning, after freshening up, she took the little one downstairs for breakfast and saw Jordan Hawthorne at the dining table.

Today, the man was dressed in black.

A high-quality black shirt and suit, with buttons meticulously fastened, enhancing his already cold aura, making it even more unfeeling and stern.

Sabrina Hayes originally didn’t plan to look much, but her gaze was drawn by the white flower pinned on his chest.

This... was the attire worn on the day of Grandma’s funeral!

Noticing her gaze, Jordan Hawthorne said plainly, "Finish breakfast and get ready, today is Grandma’s three-seven, we need to go back to the old house to pay our respects."

With his reminder, Sabrina Hayes remembered.

These days, too burdened by worries, she had been exhausted, forgetting such an important day!

Feeling guilty, naturally, she didn’t refuse Jordan Hawthorne’s request.

She had to go...

Not being able to bid Grandma a final farewell on the day of the funeral was her greatest regret.

Now preparing to divorce Jordan Hawthorne, she had to go and have a look, say a farewell!

After breakfast, Sabrina Hayes changed into black attire, and with Zara, went to the old house with Jordan Hawthorne.

Upon arrival, the other members of the Hawthorne Family were already present.

Florence Scott and Jonathan Hawthorne stood in the front, with Ethan Hawthorne beside them.

Their gazes were indifferent when they saw Sabrina Hayes.

No need to mention the other family members; almost none of them looked up to her.

In the past, Sabrina Hayes would have lowered her head, silently endured, and even accompanied with a smile, politely greeting the elders.

But now, she had no interest in warming cold shoulders with her enthusiasm, directly ignoring them, her gaze only fixated on Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s shrine and photograph in the ancestral hall.

As soon as she saw the person in the photograph, Sabrina Hayes’ eyes reddened instantly.

In the photo, Grandma smiled benevolently, her silver hair curled into a vintage wave, very pretty, wearing a cheongsam, with pearl earrings and necklace, her demeanor elegant and poised.

Her eyes, untouched by the ravages of time, appeared especially gentle, like a clear spring.

Once, Grandma looked at her and Zara with those loving eyes.

"It’s the Hawthorne Family’s blessing to have Sabrina marry in."

"Went shopping today, saw these clothes, thought they would look great on Sabrina, so I had them all bought for her!"

"These several bags, are the latest models, perfectly matching the clothes I previously bought for Sabrina."

"Our Darling Zara, is an angel that fell to earth, only closing her heart out of fright while descending. As long as we love and cherish her, she will recover soon."

"In the future, I’ll leave all my money and properties under Sabrina and Darling Zara’s name!"

"After I’m gone, what if our Sabrina and Zara are bullied by others..."

Memories suddenly surged forth like a spring.

The images of every moment spent with Grandma, and every word she said, fiercely stormed Sabrina Hayes’ mind.

Her emotions instantly broke, tears streaming down.

Upon entering the ancestral hall, she immediately knelt in front of Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s memorial tablet, unable to calm down for a long time.

If only grandma were still here... how wonderful that would be?

If she were still here, Brooke and I wouldn’t be bullied like this...

Jordan Hawthorne knelt beside Sabrina, naturally seeing her emotional state. He was slightly surprised but said nothing, only silently performing the kneeling ritual.

Little Zara, seeing her mommy crying so sadly, was instead a bit worried, obediently raising her small hand to silently wipe her tears.

Sabrina’s tears wouldn’t stop.

The little one, seeing this, was instantly affected, her eyes welling up with tears, her nose turning red, and her small mouth clenching as she also began to cry.

It’s unclear how much time passed, but the worship finally concluded, and Sabrina’s emotions finally calmed somewhat.

She pulled Zara to her feet first.

Jordan Hawthorne stood up a step later.

However, before he could stabilize himself, he suddenly fell back to his knees with a ’thud’.

Sabrina was taken aback, looking at him, not quite understanding.

The man’s image was always noble and steady, rarely appearing so embarrassed!

Jordan Hawthorne frowned, looking somewhat frustrated. After a long while, he finally spoke to her, "My legs, seem to have started acting up."

Upon hearing this, Sabrina instinctively wanted to help.

But just as she extended her hand, she pulled back again.

This was a habit she developed over the years, being overly concerned and anxious about him.

Now, she no longer held any expectations for him in her heart, but her body still instinctively performed such foolish actions.

Sabrina forced herself to withdraw her hand.

At this moment, Jordan Hawthorne was clearly uncomfortable, his legs numb and prickling from kneeling for too long.

In this situation, trying to get up on his own was practically impossible.

He originally hoped that Sabrina would come and give him a hand.

He never expected that she would pull her hand back!

Jordan Hawthorne’s face instantly darkened, saying, "Sabrina, the memorial for grandma’s three-day funeral isn’t over yet. The clansmen outside are still waiting, and there are some procedures that I still have to handle later. Do you want to see the scene get out of hand?"

Sabrina’s fingers couldn’t help but stiffen.

Grandma’s funeral had already made her feel uneasy.

Now, in front of her memorial tablet, she didn’t want it to end like that.

After hesitating for a long while, Sabrina finally walked over with a cold face to support Jordan Hawthorne.

When the man stood up, he leaned half of his body on her.

Sabrina endured the discomfort in her mind, supporting him to a nearby chair.

As soon as Jordan Hawthorne sat down, he asked Sabrina, "How long has it been since you last performed acupuncture for me? Almost a month, right?"

His tone paused, his eyes softening slightly, adding a touch of gentleness, "Did you forget?"

Sabrina heard the change in his tone, only letting out a cold laugh, "President Hawthorne has many important matters to forget. Often ’too busy’ to come home at night, forgotten so quickly?"

A few years ago, although she had cured Jordan Hawthorne’s leg, it would still flare up occasionally during rainy weather.

After marriage, she would perform acupuncture for him regularly every few days to prevent occurrences.

For four years, she had never wavered, consistently keeping it up.

But as soon as Brooke Sinclairs returned, all he could think about was her. Did he ever remember any of her kindness, even a little?

Jordan Hawthorne had clearly forgotten.

All he knew was that his leg was hurting badly at the moment, and he couldn’t help but urge Sabrina, "Don’t just stand there, help me treat it. Don’t you usually carry acupuncture tools with you?"

Sabrina heard this and remained unmoved.

Jordan Hawthorne furrowed his brows, staring directly at her, "What? You’re unwilling?"

Sabrina met his gaze, speaking frankly, "Yes! I’m indeed unwilling, so why don’t you ask someone else, President Hawthorne!"

In an instant, a cold glint burst from Jordan Hawthorne’s deep eyes.

"Sabrina Hayes!"

He gritted his teeth, calling her name, a tense expression of restrained pain on his face.

Sabrina remained unmoved.

Zara, having cried hard earlier, had just recovered from her emotions.

She naturally saw the pained expression on Jordan Hawthorne’s face and the action of pressing his leg.

The little one, obviously having seen him like this before, cautiously asked, "Daddy... does it... hurt?"

Jordan Hawthorne’s face was somewhat pale, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he nodded slightly.

In an instant, Zara’s little mouth muttered, "If it hurts, a needle... will make it fly away..."

Saying this, she turned to look at Sabrina, "Mommy..."

Sabrina looked into her daughter’s concerned eyes, her heart couldn’t help but ache.

In Zara’s perception, she never realized that her daddy treated other children better than her.

Deep down, she still cared about Jordan Hawthorne.

But what about this man?

Everything he did constantly hurt her...

Sabrina almost bit through her teeth.

She really didn’t want to treat such a heartless person anymore!

But at this moment, the butler came over to remind them, "Young Master, everyone outside is waiting to pay respects to Old Mrs. Hawthorne. You and the Young Madam should hurry, or it will delay the subsequent procedures!"

Jordan Hawthorne responded faintly, "Got it."

Sabrina couldn’t help but glance at grandma’s photo.

The words the old lady said on her deathbed came to mind, "Sabrina, after I’m gone, you must live well with Jordan..."

She closed her eyes, ultimately wavering.

I’m sorry, grandma, I can’t fulfill your request anymore.

This is the last time I’ll treat him, as repayment for your years of protection!

Sabrina opened her eyes again, fetched the acupuncture tools.

Throughout the treatment for Jordan Hawthorne, her face remained expressionless, her acupuncture speed was quick, and she didn’t care whether Jordan Hawthorne was in pain or not, or if he could endure.

When the time was up, she pulled out the needles without saying a word...