CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: THE KID’S MOM

"This is for you!"

The Maybach stopped at the traffic light, Wyatt Hawthorne picked up a bouquet of red roses from the passenger seat and handed it to Serena Sinclair, "Congratulations on your new beginning!"

"Thank you!"

Serena expressed her gratitude, feeling indescribably relieved and free.

Thinking about how she hadn’t seen him at the office since that day, Serena looked at Wyatt, "Are you all better?"

"I’ve been fine for a while... it was just a little cold."

Wyatt’s eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment.

But that little cold, he now considered it part of his dark past.

Her phone buzzed softly.

Serena looked down and saw a sticker from Una Hutton.

[Quick update! Is the divorce done?]

Serena sent her a photo of the divorce certificate.

The next moment, Una sent a voice message.

Serena figured it was just Una’s excitement overflowing, congratulating her on the successful divorce.

And possibly suggesting they go for some fancy Japanese food or something.

Serena played the voice message.

A joyful song echoed inside the car, "Where is spring, where is spring? Spring is in my dear’s eyes. Here are red flowers and green grass, and little canaries singing. Li li li li li li li, li li li li li..."

Serena quickly pressed stop.

Looking up, she met Wyatt’s smiling eyes in the rearview mirror.

Clearly, the one embarrassed should be Una.

Yet Serena blushed instantly.

She sent a frustrated message, [Congrats, your lovely singing was appreciated by Wyatt!]

Serena regretted sending it the moment it went out.

However, it was too late.

The conversation exploded with messages.

[The divorce certificate leads to a marriage certificate? Wyatt’s efficiency is impressive!]

[Wait... when did he propose, and when did you accept? How come I didn’t know anything?]

[Serena Sinclair, be honest, how many things have you done behind my back???]

[And I even gave you my house keys, do you even consider me a sister?]

[But I’m someone who can adapt...]

[Dear lady, what can I do for you?]

Serena: ...

Invited her out for dinner to celebrate in the evening.

Una looked troubled, [There’s a meeting in the department.]

Serena: ...

"Senior, do you have plans for tonight?"

"No."

"Then... I invited a few friends over, would you like to join us?"

Serena hesitated for a moment, the words of refusal still on her lips.

Wyatt added, "Those friends are all related to architecture and interior design, it’s not just pure chit-chat!"

Serena was intrigued.

Insiders often share the latest news or gossip, transmitting it further.

Many business dealings are sealed with a single word at a dinner table before becoming public.

For outsiders, such gatherings are social events but insiders know their true value.

It was a good chance to check out 2S.

"Okay!"

Serena nodded.

Serena returned to the department just after ten.

A palm-sized succulent was placed on her desk.

The green color was like emerald, clear and translucent.

Snow, appearing puzzled, said, "Manager Lynch brought this over, said... it’s for you!"

Clara Lynch was the only one in the department who knew Serena was getting divorced today.

This thriving succulent represented both rebirth and a promising future.

Serena was grateful and logged into WeChat to thank Clara Lynch.

Clara replied, [No need to thank me! From now on, shall we be friends?]

Being friends with the half-sister of a mistress?

It truly was a... fresh experience.

Serena smiled, [Of course.]

The office grew lively as the front desk became noisy, "Is there morning tea again?"

In small companies, one learns to work.

In big companies, one learns to socialize.

The Hawthorne Corporation’s break room had an abundance of coffee, tea, and snacks.

Nevertheless, with every celebration, someone would order takeout treats for everyone.

Today’s a birthday.

Tomorrow, someone’s getting married.

This month’s morning tea gatherings were particularly frequent.

Just yesterday, they received morning tea from the big boss himself, for unknown reasons.

Now, this is...

The desk at reception was laden with food.

One from Ryan Rhodes, "President Hawthorne said today is a good day for all events, please enjoy morning tea!"

Another from Serena Sinclair, "Thank you all for your help and understanding recently!"

A cup of coffee.

A cup of milk tea.

Two drinks per person.

"The boss has been treating us quite often lately! Could it be... we’re getting a boss lady?"

"In the elite circles of Aethelgard, who has a more prestigious family background than the Sheffields?"

"Shallow!!!... Why can’t it be about true love? Does the boss, with his status, need an arranged marriage? Why can’t he find someone he truly likes?"

"That’s true... So, does the boss have someone?"

Who knows?

Nobody knows.

Serena didn’t know either, but her heart inexplicably raced.

The red roses were dazzlingly bright.

The coffee in her hand was rich and aromatic.

Serena went to the restroom to wash her face.

As the end of the workday approached, people gradually left.

Serena picked up her phone, planning to text Wyatt so he wouldn’t wait for her.

It was a turbulent time, and she didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention.

Before she could, the phone screen lit up.

Wyatt: [I’m heading back first! When you’re done, come down, the driver will bring you over!]

Serena sighed in relief.

Immersing herself back into work, by the time she finished, the floor-to-ceiling windows outside were lit with countless city lights.

Serena got up and headed downstairs, immediately spotting the black business car at the bottom of the steps.

Inside the living room of Hillcrest Villa.

A group of people.

A cat.

Exchanging glances with each other.

The first to speak was Julian Rivera, full of disdain, "Brother, look at your house, that chandelier, that couch, that wine cabinet... and now look at that cat, don’t you think their style and vibe are a bit off?"

"Exactly, Young Master Hawthorne..."

Someone laughed and chimed in, "If you like cats, you should’ve said so! Whether it’s a majestic Maine Coon, a fierce Bengal cat, or a Ragdoll with fairy-like looks, I can get you purebred, show-quality ones. But this cat..."

He met Wyatt’s cold gaze.

He paused, then gave a thumbs up, "Good cat!"

They wouldn’t care if it was a ginger cat.

If Wyatt said it was a cat, it had to be considered a cat.

Realizing Wyatt was serious, no one dared to joke about the awkward presence of 2S in the mansion anymore.

They all started to play with it!

"Ouch! Damn it..."

Someone got hissed at.

Defiant, they reached to hold it.

Julian hadn’t even touched the back of 2S’s neck.

A sharp pain hit his hand, revealing three red scratches.

Julian swallowed a curse, catching Wyatt’s indulgent smile.

A thought struck him and Julian blurted out, "Brother, the kid you said you were taking care of at home recently, could it be..."

Before finishing his sentence.

The elevator door opened with a hum.

Everyone turned around.

Seeing Serena appear at the entrance.

She hadn’t expected everyone to already be there, leaving only her absent.

Serena looked around and said nervously, "Sorry, am I late?"

What the heck was going on?

Looking at the cooing, affectionate 2S twirling around Serena’s pant leg.

And then at Wyatt, who was looking on warmly and saying she wasn’t late.

A group of people exchanged glances.

All shared a thought.

Could she be the kid’s mother?