CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: GET OUT OF AETHELGARD WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS LIKE A DOG!

A heart was thumping rapidly.

For a moment, Serena Sinclair almost thought Wyatt Hawthorne was asking her if she’d changed her mind and didn’t want the divorce.

But, how could that be?

Whether she divorces or not has nothing to do with him.

It must be the trouble from the past few days.

She was already worried about joining Hawthorne Corporation, fearing she might owe him a favor.

He thinks that since he’s been sick and repeatedly bothering her to come over and cook, it might make her regret joining Hawthorne Corporation even more.

Changing her mind before the probation period ends?

"Wyatt, I won’t change my mind!"

Serena Sinclair smiled and said, "I’ve given up on my career once, but this time, I’ll cherish it more than anyone else!"

The last time she gave up her career was for Adrian Lockwood and Miles Lockwood.

But in the end, she was left with nothing.

People’s hearts might change, but her career belongs to her and will not.

"Though it’s a bit exhausting to go to work and take care of you, you haven’t added any burden on me, so I’ve never regretted it."

Car picking up and dropping off.

She even tagged along for a dinner.

All the ingredients used were top-notch.

If it was in the past, it indeed would have been troublesome.

Because she couldn’t split herself in two, she was simply unable to attend to him.

But now she’s alone, apart from work, she has plenty of time to spare.

Not to mention Wyatt has saved her from distress several times and even took care of 2S for her.

"Just consider it... the reward for sheltering 2S for me!"

Serena Sinclair smiled.

Wyatt Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief.

Though Serena Sinclair misunderstood his meaning.

But she gave him the answer he wanted.

That was enough!

"That’s good,"

Wyatt Hawthorne seemed to relax.

"Remember to take your medicine later!"

"Alright."

The elevator door closed, and the villa fell quiet.

Wyatt stood by the window, watching the car drive out of the underground garage, staring at the tail lights disappearing into the night before he turned and left.

As he walked to the bedroom door, he remembered something.

Wyatt turned around, his gaze landing on the few pills on the tissue on the island table.

He walked forward, took the pills, and leisurely returned to the bedroom.

Behind him, 2S followed silently.

A good night’s sleep.

When the alarm rang, Serena Sinclair felt even more joyful as she arrived at the company.

It was Wednesday.

As the office became lively, it was just past ten.

"Come on, come on, have some coffee, there’s milk tea and small cakes, each person gets one!"

"What’s the big occasion today?"

"No idea, Special Assistant Rhodes didn’t say... just said it’s a treat from President Hawthorne!"

"Eh... isn’t it, another cancelled engagement?"

???

Serena Sinclair nearly choked at Snow’s words.

She saw Snow with a face full of innocence, "The day President Hawthorne called off the engagement, he also treated the whole company to morning tea!"

Serena Sinclair: ...

The internal phone rang, and Serena Sinclair answered quickly; the receptionist’s voice was urgent, "Serena, your relatives are causing a scene in the lobby, please come to deal with it!"

Relatives?

Her biological father was missing.

Her mother was still in prison.

Her family had long been empty.

Could it be... Beatrice Sutton?

Feeling a tingling sensation in her fingers, Serena Sinclair got up and rushed downstairs.

On the first-floor lobby, Beatrice Sutton was throwing a tantrum.

"I’m here to catch the adultery pair!... A woman with a husband and son, living as a pampered full-time housewife, coming to work? Who would believe that nonsense! It must be to mess around with some wild man!"

Serena Sinclair from a few years ago was as docile as a quail, wouldn’t dare head in another direction when told.

After falling ill, she became tough instead?

Divorce?

Who’d believe it!!!

If she hadn’t overheard Adrian Lockwood calling Ian Young, asking whether he had found out who the wild man was.

Beatrice Sutton really thought Serena Sinclair was being jealous of Chloe Lynch, and making a fuss with Adrian Lockwood.

Unexpectedly, Serena Sinclair flipped the narrative first, and personally hooked up with a wild man outside, having an affair!

Divorce is fine!

After all these years of living off The Lockwood Family’s resources, even the slightest amount must be returned!

One thought of Serena Sinclair ruining the birthday party, making her lose face in front of family and friends, and bringing up past events.

Beatrice Sutton couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

She’s been dreaming of Selene Summers coming to claim her life for several nights.

Mason Lockwood was even more ruthless, saying he would settle accounts with her properly when she reached The Underworld.

These days she’s been busy going to temples and finding powerful fortune tellers to drive away evil spirits, not even taking a moment’s rest.

Finally, when it calmed down a bit, she learned from Chloe Lynch that Serena Sinclair joined Hawthorne Corporation.

Not only having an affair but also using Mrs. Lockwood’s identity to find a job at Hawthorne Corporation?

Bah!

She’d never allow it!

Can’t let her succeed!

Not only can’t let her stay at Hawthorne Corporation.

Must make her lose reputation, and leave Aethelgard like a dog with its tail between its legs!

"Serena Sinclair..."

Seeing Serena Sinclair, Beatrice Sutton raised her voice and cursed, "You shameless wanton! Ever since you got married, have you worked a single day, earned a cent? And now, you’re living off a man, and during your husband’s working hours and son’s school hours, you hooked up with wild men..."

"Where’s your manager?"

Beatrice Sutton turned and yelled at the receptionist, "Her dad’s a gambler, and he used to falsify accounts and squander public funds! Her mom’s a murderer... People like this, your Hawthorne Corporation dares employ them without even doing a background check?"

Seeing Serena Sinclair pulling out her phone to make a call, thinking she was calling Adrian Lockwood.

Beatrice Sutton lunged forward and knocked it away.

The cell phone flew out of the crowd, hit the wall, and fell to the ground with a crack.

It sounded like a gunshot in the forest, startling birds to fly away.

"So she’s Serena Sinclair!"

"You really can’t judge a book by its cover..."

"I heard she’s still in her probation period and hasn’t been confirmed; this situation’s precarious now..."

"It’s not just a problem for our company, I think no company in Aethelgard will dare hire her after this, who would want to work with her?"

"..."

A heart buzzes.

The temples were throbbing.

The discussions around were ceaseless, Serena Sinclair was trembling with anger.

"Please call the police for me, and I request assistance from a legal colleague in the legal department..."

After calmly speaking to the receptionist who’s been stunned.

Serena Sinclair turned to Beatrice Sutton, "There’s no wild man, I did not have an affair. You will pay for your gossip and slander."

"I don’t know whether there’s a divine presence three feet above one’s head, but there must be surveillance cameras."

Beatrice Sutton instinctively raised her eyes.

Several high-definition cameras stared back at her.

Serena Sinclair continued, "Either apologize immediately, shut your mouth and leave; I’ll consider it as a fit of insanity. Otherwise..."

"In your dreams!"

Beatrice Sutton pushed away the security guards blocking her and shouted loudly, "Apologize? In your dreams!"

"You’re the one who cheated, it’s your parents who are gambling addicts and murderers, your whole family is filthy lowlifes... Serena Sinclair, why don’t you just die!"

Serena Sinclair’s brain was buzzing.

She could argue the affair, because she hadn’t done it.

The other matters, she could explain.

This world may turn black into white, but over time people’s true nature becomes evident.

Except for the fact that her biological father was a gambling addict, and her mother a murderer sentenced to prison, for this she had no defense.

Beatrice Sutton stubbornly clung to this point.

With clenched fists and a tense body, Serena Sinclair had to grit her teeth to restrain herself from leaping forward and tearing Beatrice Sutton apart.

Serena Sinclair turned to the receptionist, wanting to know when the police would arrive.

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

Suddenly stopping outside the crowd.

A cold, leisurely voice rang out, "What’s going on here?"