CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: MARRYING INTO THE HAWTHORNE FAMILY SPOTLESSLY (2)

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Just as she stepped out of the teahouse, Claire North received a call from Beau Shelby.

Looking at the number flashing incessantly, Claire’s expression was somewhat complex, but in the end, she hung up the phone and decisively turned it off.

Since a decision had already been made, there’s no point in further entanglement. Besides, what the head mistress of The Hawthorne Family most needs is the word ’clean.’ If she wants to be cloaked in respect and honor, she must abandon what should not be lingered over!

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off..."

Listening to the mechanical female voice from the phone, Beau Shelby froze.

Claire has turned off her phone.

Rachel Shelby came over carrying a cup of coffee, "Brother, did you call Claire?"

Beau’s voice was slightly hoarse, "She didn’t answer."

"I told you before to stay away from that Raina North, but you didn’t listen. Now look, Claire is really angry."

Beau frowned, "What does this have to do with Raina? Besides, this time it was Claire’s fault!"

"Brother, if you really insist on this, I’m afraid Claire will be even angrier."

Beau pursed his lips and remained silent.

Rachel pushed the coffee cup in front of Beau, "I know for sure you didn’t do anything wrong. I know what kind of person my brother is. But Claire isn’t wrong either. Let’s not talk about the past anymore, but this time Grandpa North was really out of line, Claire must be very upset.

At this moment, as her fiancé, not offering comfort is one thing, but how can you blame Claire? It’s not just Claire, any woman wouldn’t be able to accept that. Brother, don’t take Claire’s love for granted and ignore her like this, a wounded heart is far harder to mend."

Beau lowered his eyes, murmuring in his heart, is a wounded heart truly difficult to mend?

For some reason, at that moment, a face suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was Raina’s...

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After bidding farewell to Old Mrs. Hawthorne, Raina sat in the reception room at the gate of The Hawthorne Manor waiting for Claire North.

It wasn’t long before Claire arrived.

Claire stepped in wearing towering high heels, with meticulously applied makeup, her red lips like fire, strikingly vibrant.

"Oh, isn’t this sister? Why sit here? Could it be now that your fake identity has been revealed, you can’t enter the Hawthorne gate anymore?"

Raina ignored Claire’s sneers, "Claire, where is my child?"

"What child? I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

"I’ve already investigated, and back then I indeed gave birth to triplets." Raina stepped closer, her expression cold as ice, "Where exactly did you take my child?"

"Raina, is this your attitude when asking for a favor?" Claire had a fleeting moment of fear, followed by rising anger. Damn it, she actually got scared by Raina just now.

Raina took a deep breath, "What do you want so you will tell me the whereabouts of the child?"

"I don’t know either. How about you beg me? Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m in a good mood. Of course, I might not tell you either. I might never tell you, leaving you to suffer for a lifetime."

Seeing Raina’s distressed appearance, Claire felt extremely satisfied in her heart. Seeing a servant approaching, she pointed at Raina and said, "Throw her out for me, don’t let her in again! If she causes trouble again, be careful, I’ll fire you!"

The servant obediently complied, bracing themselves to escort Raina out.

Raina watched Claire walk away, her gaze darkened.

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