CHAPTER 715: CHAPTER 715: EXPLAINING EVERYTHING CLEARLY

"And then? What’s the explanation for the bracelet?" Nora asked.

"I didn’t agree to attend, but she told me that her birthday is the day my parents adopted her, so I arranged for Louis Hayes to choose a gift for her."

Suddenly, Nora recalled what Peach Bell had once questioned her.

"You can tell I’m pretending; can’t Jasper Sinclair see it?"

Indeed... can’t Jasper Sinclair see it?

Nora lowered her head further, feeling an ache sharper than a sting from a bee.

In the next second, she was held by the shoulder.

Nora was forced to look straight at Jasper Sinclair, who said, "Tell me what’s still dissatisfying you, and I’ll explain it all, I promise I won’t..."

Nora suddenly interrupted him, "You promised you wouldn’t have any more entanglements with her, and what happened?"

The result, obvious before her... beyond need for words.

"You can have this meal by yourself, I have no appetite, and I need to go to the office this afternoon."

With that, Nora left with her bag.

Before leaving, she said one final thing: "Peach Bell’s last name isn’t Jacobs; she’s the daughter Mrs. Jacobs had in an affair with someone else, and you probably know better than I do whether the Jacobs Family will host an extravagant birthday party for her."

Jasper Sinclair leaned back in defeat, a somber look already clouding his eyes.

At that time, he indeed didn’t consider another facet of the issue, simply feeling that he owed Peach Bell and didn’t want to break his promise to Nora.

Now it seemed he’d been rash.

Thus, this matter had created a rift in their relationship.

Several attempts by Jasper Sinclair to reconcile all ended in vain.

Besides, the bait he’d cast for Jenson Sinclair had already been bitten, and they were at the final stage of reeling in; he couldn’t afford to focus all his energy on his relationship.

Over time, he’d become distant from Nora.

In late May, VK received an invitation for a one-day yacht tour, hosted by a domestic entertainment magazine.

Nora attended with several people from VK.

She sent a message to Lily Sloan inquiring about whether her burned skin had healed, but got no response.

At that moment, Lily Sloan was in a stalemate with Finnian Lawrence.

The man stood domineeringly at the closet door: "The babysitter’s not here, you can’t change clothes by yourself."

In the past few days, the babysitter was responsible for taking care of Lily Sloan’s meals and daily life.

Today, the babysitter suddenly said she needed to return to her hometown, leaving Stanton City for two or three days.

This left Lily Sloan troubled.

"My hand is healed, no need for bandages, if necessary, I can go to the hospital now to remove them."

"Hospital staff are off work, if they’re coming off, it will be tomorrow. Be good, I’ll help you change clothes."

Lily Sloan couldn’t argue against Finnian Lawrence, stomping her foot in frustration and cursing, "Finnian Lawrence, you just want to watch me change clothes—when did you become so vile?"

"Turn around, I won’t see a thing."

"I don’t want to, I’m not changing."

"Then promise me you won’t sulk anymore, and I’ll let you out."

The two had been in a cold war for a week; even under the same roof, Lily Sloan rarely showed any pleasant demeanor.

Thinking of his fiancée and Philip Lawrence’s attitude only fueled Lily’s anger.

The Lawrence Family parents didn’t approve of their relationship, did they have any reason to continue?

This question had plagued Lily Sloan for days.

She didn’t know how to bring it up, and Finnian Lawrence showed no intention of explaining, leaving them stuck in silence.