CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 204: MR. SINCLAIR CAN’T HIDE ANYMORE

Shannon Yarrow widened her eyes, looking at Skye, in disbelief.

She had calculated everything, yet failed to anticipate that this seemingly innocent college student would secretly record.

"You actually recorded?"

"What else?"

Skye held her phone, emotionlessly looping that recording, "I believe all the media friends and colleagues present here are smart people. Who is actually scheming behind the scenes with malicious intent, you all have your own judgment."

Shannon felt as if she had been betrayed by the whole world, the eyes of those around her filled with disdain and disgust.

She completely lost it, screaming as she lunged at Skye to grab the phone, "Delete the recording! You bitch!"

The bodyguard immediately stepped up to block Shannon.

In the chaos, Skye was bumped and staggered backward.

"Watch out!"

Holly reacted quickly, stepping forward to steady Skye’s arm.

Leaning against Holly, Skye caught a whiff of her subtle perfume, inwardly turning into a screaming fan.

[Ahhhh! The goddess held me! The goddess’s hand is so soft! I’m so happy!]

But outwardly, she merely blushed, murmuring thanks, "Thank you, Holly."

Holly smiled at her warmly, "I should be thanking you."

Just then, the hall door was opened again.

Two uniformed police officers entered, showing their IDs, "Ms. Shannon Yarrow, you are suspected of participating in online defamation and are connected to a recent traffic accident case. We hereby summon you to the police station for investigation, please cooperate."

"No! I didn’t do it! I’m being framed! Blake Sinclair, help me!"

Struggling, Shannon looked at Blake Sinclair in despair, hoping for a shred of mercy from him.

However, Blake Sinclair didn’t even spare her a glance; his entire attention was fixed on Holly beside him.

The police, emotionless, placed handcuffs on Shannon’s wrists, escorting her out of the hall.

Along with her, the bribed reporter and a few troublemaking fans were also taken away.

The farce finally came to an end.

Holly had no intention of being interviewed any further and said a few words to the organizers before preparing to leave.

Turning back, she noticed Skye still standing nearby, remembering how this young girl helped earlier, she thanked her again, "Really, thank you very much for what you did."

Skye’s face turned even redder, waving her hand, "No...no problem! Holly, I actually..."

She took a deep breath, mustered up courage, and looked at Holly with bright eyes, "Can I take a photo with you? I’ve loved your work for so long! You’re my idol!"

Given Skye’s cute fangirl look, Holly smiled even more softly, "Of course you can. So you’ve been sticking around just to take a photo with me?"

"Yes!" Skye nodded vigorously, shyly twisting her fingers, "I didn’t know how to ask, afraid of bothering you."

"It’s nothing, I’m glad my work is liked by others."

Holly smiled, handing her phone to Blake Sinclair nearby, "Mr. Sinclair, could you please take a photo of us?"

Blake Sinclair took the phone, watching his wife stand intimately with the young fan, Holly even voluntarily putting her arm around Skye’s shoulder.

The two posed several gestures for the camera, appearing very close.

Suppressing a hint of jealousy inside, he diligently pressed the shutter.

After the photo, Skye excitedly hugged Holly briefly, quickly let go, blushing while adding her on WeChat, then dashed away, not forgetting to turn back and wave hard.

Looking at the girl’s youthful, energetic back, Holly couldn’t help but smile.

Blake Sinclair stepped forward, gently turned her face back to him, making her look at him, his tone tinged with jealousy and grievance.

"Holly, now everyone knows I’ve loved you for so many years, shouldn’t it be my turn to get some recognition now?"

Holly’s chin rested on his warm palm, blinking in a playful think pose, "Well..."

Just then, her phone rang.

Holly picked up the phone, shaking it in front of Blake Sinclair, "Mr. Sinclair, the final test is here, are you ready?"

On the way back to Glynmere, the car was unusually quiet.

Blake Sinclair seemed calm and composed, but at a junction where he should have turned right, he almost went straight, barely reacting in time.

Holly chuckled inwardly but didn’t give away the secret.

She knew that any words of comfort at this moment might heighten his anxiety, letting him digest this unease by himself was the best approach.

The car stopped steadily below Glynmere. Blake Sinclair got out and retrieved a gift box from the trunk.

He straightened his trench coat that had no wrinkles and took Holly’s hand to go upstairs.

Holly entered the password and pushed open the door.

In the living room, Director Lennon was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea with an expression that was impossible to read.

Josephine Lennon sat on a single chair nearby and gave her daughter and Blake Sinclair a glance that said "good luck."

Blake Sinclair placed the gift on the living room coffee table.

His six-foot-tall frame seemed somewhat cramped in this living room.

At this moment, he laid aside all his business magnate demeanor, resembling a young man eagerly seeking approval for the first time visiting a home.

"Mom, Dad." He spoke up.

Holly had thought Director Lennon would be angry, would question them about when they reconciled, why they didn’t inform her, and might even bring up old issues.

However, Director Lennon just raised her eyes, let her gaze rest on Blake Sinclair, studied him for a moment.

The first thing she said was unexpectedly, "Has your health fully recovered?"

Blake Sinclair was taken aback for a moment, then immediately answered, "Thank you for your concern, everything is good now. I’ve had check-ups, and there are no lasting effects."

Director Lennon nodded, set down her teacup, and shifted her gaze to Holly, noticing the Mutton Fat Jade Button peeking from her neck, with a flicker of complexity in her eyes.

Holly couldn’t help but ask, "Mom, aren’t you angry? Aren’t you going to ask us about...."

Josephine smiled suddenly as she looked at her.

"Do you think when you hid him in your room last time, your mom was truly blinded by old age and knew nothing?"

Holly’s face instantly blushed!

Turns out she knew last time!

"That day I saw his car downstairs. When I came back, I noticed the floor on the balcony was so clean, and there was a bowl of noodles in the kitchen that was clearly beyond your cooking skills. Combined with your guilt-ridden demeanor blocking the bedroom door, it was all too clear.

You’re a part of me, I understand what you’re thinking more than anyone else."

She shook her head and gazed lovingly at Holly, "Mom always hoped your marriage would go smoothly without any grievance, and that’s why there were those arrangements and concerns before, thinking that prolonged pain is worse than brief pain."

"But, Holly, what Mom wishes most is to see you happy, truly happy, not bending for anyone or any external factors, forcing yourself."

Holly’s eyes turned red, she collapsed into Josephine’s arms, sobbing, "Mom....don’t say anymore."

Director Lennon patted her back of the hand, then turned to look at Blake Sinclair.

"Blake, all of the things you did online today, the words you said, the pictures you posted, I and Uncle Crowe watched every single one carefully."

"Our Holly," Director Lennon’s voice had a slight tremor, she endeavored to maintain calm.

"She went through a rough childhood. Later, due to various issues, she also harbored burdens in her heart and got hurt. As parents, we don’t have many capabilities nor too high demands....."

She gazed at Blake Sinclair, spoke word by word, "We hope that someone will genuinely cherish her, love her, protect her from any grievances, never let her secretly shed tears."

This simple wish was the deepest and most unconditional love a mother could offer.

Blake Sinclair’s heart skipped a beat at her words, he did not hesitate and stepped forward to bow, "Dad, Mom, please rest assured."

His gaze swept across Holly whose eyes were filled with joyful tears, "In the past, my cowardice and mistakes caused her to miss out on a lot of joy and security. This debt, I will repay doubly in the future."

He looked back at Director Lennon with sincere eyes, "I promise both of you today to never let you down. I will be good to Holly for the rest of my life, never let her be sad or cry, I will ensure she is always happy."

This was a man using his truest heart and heaviest promise, making a vow about the future to the parents of the woman he loves.

Director Lennon listened silently, watching the genuine deep affection and determination in his eyes.

She stood up, revealing a relaxed smile, "Alright, stop standing here like statues in detention. Crowe,"

She called out to Teacher Crowe who hadn’t spoken much but whose eyes were equally moved, "Stop being a deer in headlights, come help me wash the vegetables and take out the bass to thaw."

As she spoke, she walked towards the kitchen, "Okay, stay for lunch. Taste Uncle Crowe’s culinary skills and discuss the details of the wedding. We haven’t finalized the guest list with her dad yet."

Blake Sinclair glanced at Holly, who was also looking at him, eyes glistening with tears of happiness.

Their gaze met, and all the words needed were exchanged without a sound.

All the unease and trepidation settled peacefully in Director Lennon’s casual remark, dissolving into completeness.