CHAPTER 278: CHAPTER 278: YOU CAN’T EVEN COMPARE TO ONE OF TANYA’S FINGERS

"No, I don’t want these!" Cindy Lynn shredded the agreement into pieces, threw herself into Vincent Hawthorne’s arms, and held him tightly, "Vincent, aside from you, I can give up everything!"

Vincent Hawthorne took a deep breath, trying to pull her away, but Cindy Lynn clung to him tighter.

"Vincent, did Tanya Sinclair say something to you? Don’t believe her!" Cindy Lynn explained frantically and desperately, "You know, Tanya hates that I took you away, and she resents Joy being close to me... How could I hurt Joy? Vincent, you know, I’ve always loved Joy... treating her as my own daughter!"

"It’s Tanya Sinclair, Tanya is trying to drive us apart, she wants to take you back!" Cindy Lynn clutched Vincent Hawthorne with fear and anxiety.

These past few days, Vincent Hawthorne had been physically and mentally exhausted.

He recalled Tanya Sinclair’s cold, disdainful face, letting out a bitter laugh.

Take him back?

He wished so.

But this time, his Tanya really didn’t want him anymore...

Cindy Lynn sobbed pitifully, "Vincent, I’ve liked you since college, all these years... I stayed with you, accompanied you. You know, for you, I could even give up my life..."

Vincent Hawthorne grew fed up with her crying.

He had never been so annoyed by a woman’s tears.

He used to think Tanya Sinclair was too dull, too strong, as if she could handle everything, even including his affairs, she took care of them all. Even people in the company respected her more.

And Tanya Sinclair rarely cried, at least almost never in front of him.

The most she ever said to him was: ’I can handle it, don’t worry.’

Over time, the imbalance in Vincent Hawthorne’s heart grew heavier. Until Tanya Sinclair became a vegetable, lying there motionlessly, Vincent Hawthorne felt a near vile glee.

It seemed like he could finally hold his head high, no longer overshadowed by Tanya Sinclair!

But now, Vincent Hawthorne finally recognized a reality, those five years of success were given by Tanya. She signed a five-year cooperation agreement with Westgard Pharmaceuticals, laying the groundwork for him to firmly hold the position of general manager.

He had much to learn...

Vincent Hawthorne didn’t push Cindy Lynn away again, just silently raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face.

"Do you know, Tanya saved my life twice? One time, in college, when Cody Crawford and I went hiking, I went down the mountain alone, broke my leg, and was trapped by a storm, nearly freezing to death. It was Tanya..." Recalling the incident, Vincent Hawthorne’s throat tightened slightly, speaking hoarsely, "She carried me down the mountain, she has an unremovable scar on her leg..."

Cindy Lynn screamed, "I don’t want to hear it!!"

She was angry, jealous, and... guilty!

Tanya saved Vincent not just twice, but... three times!

"The second time was Old Ninth King," Vincent Hawthorne continued, "Six years ago, Tanya went alone with the ransom to save me. You never saw me then, didn’t know how miserable and disgraceful I was... let alone, she became a vegetable to have two children."

He looked up at Cindy Lynn, coldly stating, "What I owe Tanya, I can never repay. But you, I can repay."

Cindy Lynn gripped Vincent Hawthorne’s hand, pressing it against her face, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Vincent, I don’t want your repayment, I want your love!"

Vincent Hawthorne looked at Cindy Lynn before him, but in his eyes, he clearly missed someone else.

"Tanya Sinclair never cried like this in front of me, nor did she ever actively demanded anything from me."

So, he thought she needed nothing... took all her contributions for granted...

So Cindy Lynn’s appearance seemed fresh and intriguing to him.

A woman who loved him wholeheartedly, smart, but not smart enough to overshadow him, a woman who would cry and ask for his protection... it satisfied all the vanity in Vincent Hawthorne.

"I used to, really quite liked you. Your occasional little tricks, the way you’d fuss over me out of jealousy, I found it very cute." Vincent Hawthorne admitted, giving a slight smile, but his eyes gradually lost warmth, replaced by coldness and disgust, "But now, I’m tired of it."

Even the most interesting game, played for too long, feels empty...

Cindy Lynn was stunned, feeling a chill throughout her body, tears hanging from her eyelashes.

"Vincent... what did you say? How can you be tired of me?!"

Vincent listlessly let go of her hand, leaving Cindy Lynn sprawled on the carpet like a ragdoll.

He stood up, looking down at her.

"Things in the agreement, they’re my compensation for you. Consider it the cost for the years of youth you’ve spent on me, plus, the medical fees for when you almost died from donating blood for me back then. Whether or not you accept it is up to you." Vincent Hawthorne stepped forward, impassively passing by Cindy Lynn.

He grabbed his coat, coldly tossing out a sentence, "I’ll give you five days. During these five days, you can continue to stay here, but I won’t be coming back!"

Watching Vincent Hawthorne’s cold and merciless back, Cindy Lynn got up from the floor, her eyes landing on the nearby fruit knife.

She dashed over, grabbing the knife, and as Vincent Hawthorne opened the door, Cindy Lynn rushed up, blocking the doorway.

"Vincent, if you dare to leave today, I’ll die and show you!" Cindy Lynn held the sharp fruit knife in her right hand, pressing it against her wrist, slicing it open, bright red blood instantly flowed along the blade.

She had used this trick many times before.

Vincent Hawthorne only felt annoyed.

He looked at her indifferently, "Haven’t you had enough of this game? Even if you die here, I won’t stay."

"I don’t believe! I don’t believe!" Cindy Lynn shook her head frantically, "I don’t believe I mean nothing in your heart!"

But the more she fell apart, the colder Vincent Hawthorne became.

Cindy Lynn laughed bitterly, "...You said Tanya saved your life several times, I can do it too! If that’s the only way to prove my love for you is no less than hers."

Vincent Hawthorne sneered, "What do you have to compare with her? Cindy Lynn, from start to finish, you’re not worth a single finger of hers!" He was impatient, "If you don’t intend to die, then get out of the way!"

Vincent Hawthorne directly pushed past Cindy Lynn, stepping outside.

But he had just walked a short distance when he heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground behind him.

Vincent Hawthorne paused slightly, stiffly turning back to see Cindy Lynn fallen on the ground, her left wrist slashed open, blood pooling beneath her hand into a glaring crimson puddle...

Vincent Hawthorne’s pupils contracted fiercely!