“I’ll give you a ride.”
Hawthorne didn’t ask Patti Yale for her opinion. He simply acted like he was doing exactly what she wanted—which, truth be told, was just what Patti had been hoping for.
The main reason Patti kept coming back to Hawthorne was simple: no matter what she did, he was always willing to go above and beyond for her, no questions asked. He was her loyal lapdog, and she knew it.
Given the Yale family’s current situation, finding someone as devoted as Hawthorne was about as good as things could get.
Patti had her own plans, too. Once she became Mrs. Everhart, she was determined to help the Yale family get back on their feet.
Back then, her father had moved the family out of Greenvale and overseas, hoping to clean up some murky business dealings from back home.
No one had expected that life abroad would be a thousand times harder than it was in the States.
Overnight, Patti went from pampered heiress to a fallen socialite nobody cared to notice. The psychological blow was just as hard as the cold reality—she couldn’t stand the way people treated her now.
“Hawthorne, you don’t need to drive me home. I’m meeting some friends for drinks at a bar. Just pick me up later, okay?”
Hawthorne replied in his usual calm tone, “Alright.”
Patti was more than satisfied with his response. It only confirmed what she already knew: Hawthorne’s feelings for her were genuine. He’d always come running whenever she called, and leave just as easily when she wished.
After dropping Patti off at her destination, Hawthorne couldn’t wait to drive home.
The butler saw him return so early and immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Leonie was sitting on the couch in the living room. The moment she saw Hawthorne, she rushed over to him.
“Uncle, what happened between you and Aunt Gwyneth? She isn’t answering my calls, and when I came back, she was already gone.”
Leonie had even gone to check their bedroom. Almost all of Gwyneth’s clothes were gone.
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