CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 214: TIT FOR TAT WITH TEA

Tanya Sinclair coldly glanced at Vincent Hawthorne’s confused expression.

Actually, the last time she brought Vincent to pay respects at her mother’s grave, she had told him about her background.

She said that her father was a poor college student, who early on was supported by the Sinclair Family, and later married into the family. She took her mother’s surname.

Her father’s surname was Lynn...

Everything she said, Vincent never cared about. He simply didn’t care, so he wouldn’t remember.

"Ms. Tanya, it really was you." Cindy Lynn’s tears came just like that, and Tanya Sinclair truly admired her. Even at her mother’s grave, she could still put on a surprised expression.

"I was just guessing before, but I never thought I’d guess right! Ms. Tanya, are you still misunderstanding us after twenty years?"

Misunderstanding?

Tanya Sinclair clenched her hands tightly, completely enraged by her shamelessness.

But before she could speak, Vincent Hawthorne frowned first and hesitated before speaking, "Cindy, so the half-sister you mentioned is Tanya Sinclair?"

"Yes..." Cindy Lynn’s eyes were full of guilty tears, "I was too young then, couldn’t remember my sister’s name..."

She had vaguely guessed before that Tanya might know her identity, so to be safe, she told Vincent a story in advance.

Of course, a pure lie can easily be exposed, but a mix of truth and falsehood is more convincing.

"Sister, I’m sorry. I’ll kowtow to you and Aunt Sinclair on behalf of Dad and Mom." Cindy Lynn stepped forward, pretending to kneel in front of Tanya Sinclair but was pulled up by Vincent Hawthorne.

"Why are you kneeling? You were only five years old back then, the same age as Joy, what do you understand?" Vincent Hawthorne looked at Tanya Sinclair with displeasure, his gaze touching the woman’s cold face. Compared to Cindy Lynn’s vulnerability and pitiful look, any trace of sympathy in his heart was erased.

"I know you always felt that it was Cindy Lynn’s mother who caused your mother’s death, but your mother died of illness. Aunt Sullivan and Uncle Lynn had been childhood sweethearts! Your mother fell in love with Uncle Lynn at first sight, and he married into the family out of gratitude, which was enough to hurt a man’s pride!"

Vincent Hawthorne took a deep breath, "Tanya, enough is enough. You can’t just target her because you think Cindy is easy to bully. She’s innocent, she couldn’t choose her birth."

From a man’s perspective, he even sympathized with Sean Lynn a bit.

From what he understood.

Under Sean Lynn’s support, the Sinclair family’s assets multiplied many times. Just at this critical juncture, Charlotte was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and her temper became more volatile and suspicious. Sean Lynn, feeling depressed, went drinking alone, and coincidentally met his former love, Shelly Sullivan.

After they were involved, Sean Lynn proposed a divorce to Charlotte, but she refused to the point of attempting suicide twice.

Once by wrist-slitting, and the other by pill-swallowing.

Both suicide attempts have medical records for verification.

Later, Sean Lynn was forced to continue this estranged marriage until after Charlotte passed away, only then did he and Shelly Sullivan get together.

Vincent Hawthorne had seen the marriage certificate of Sean Lynn and Shelly Sullivan, and indeed it was only six months after Charlotte was buried.

To avoid provoking the Sinclair family, they remained low-profile, even leaving Aris for many years before returning.

During this time, Sean Lynn also transferred money to Horace Sinclair multiple times, all of which were rejected.

To Vincent Hawthorne, although Sean Lynn was wrong to cheat when drunk, it was understandable.

He never thought that after 20 years, Tanya Sinclair would still hate so deeply, so stubbornly...

Cindy Lynn looked at Vincent Hawthorne, who was protecting her, feeling quite pleased.

Now there’s only Tanya Sinclair left in the Sinclair Family, who would believe her?

History is written by the victors after all.

Tanya Sinclair, let’s see how you can contend with me?

Mason Vance couldn’t listen any longer. He rushed up and grabbed Vincent Hawthorne by the collar, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Back then, it was clearly that bastard Sean Lynn who pursued the lady relentlessly!"

Vincent Hawthorne was already annoyed by this man who suddenly appeared close to Tanya Sinclair. Being grabbed by the collar only fanned his anger, and he forcibly shook off Mason Vance.

His gaze pierced as it swept over Tanya Sinclair, whom he was shielding behind him.

The fire in Vincent Hawthorne’s heart burned even more fiercely, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became increasingly malicious.

"Where did you pop up from? Twenty years ago, you were probably still playing with mud, weren’t you? What do you know? You believe Tanya so much, do you like her? Ha, who would’ve thought after the divorce, she became a hot commodity. Ha, it seems my identity as Vincent Hawthorne’s ex-wife has raised her price."

"Shut up!" Mason Vance launched a heavy punch at Vincent Hawthorne.

Vincent dodged this blow, equally enraged, he cursed and swung his fist, the two men fighting back and forth.

Vincent Hawthorne was indeed skilled, whereas Mason Vance had a raw fighting style, using lethal moves.

For a moment, neither could easily defeat the other.

Tanya Sinclair calmly completed her mourning rituals, placing three sticks of incense in the incense burner, standing up, she suddenly called out softly, "Vincent."

Just that one word made Vincent Hawthorne falter, and Mason Vance seized the opportunity to land a punch on Vincent’s face.

Cindy Lynn had been feeling smug, but seeing Vincent get distracted by Tanya Sinclair’s words, her expression changed.

Could it be that Vincent still cared about Tanya Sinclair?

"Mason, stop fighting!" Tanya Sinclair also called out to Mason Vance.

The man’s raised fist came to a sudden halt mid-air.

Unwillingly, he gritted his teeth, "Little Miss, let me beat him dead!"

Vincent had just taken a punch, adding a bruise to his handsome face.

Yet he seemed a bit pleased, "Ask Tanya, see if she can bear it!"

This time, Tanya Sinclair didn’t refute Vincent Hawthorne like she usually did.

Her peripheral vision lightly glanced at Cindy Lynn standing behind, then she suddenly smiled and walked toward Vincent Hawthorne.

Cindy Lynn immediately became vigilant, grabbing Vincent’s sleeve.

"Vincent, let’s go. Caden and Joy are still waiting for us in the car..."

Tanya Sinclair looked directly at Vincent Hawthorne, pretending as if there was still lingering emotions.

Her eyes were affectionate, and she spoke softly, "I have something to say to you."

Cindy Lynn’s face turned increasingly ugly!

This bitch, was she really trying to be coquettish with Vincent Hawthorne?

But what truly made her panic was Vincent hesitating for only a moment before turning and prying her hand away.

"Cindy, go to the car and keep Joy company. I’ll be right there."

Cindy Lynn unwillingly grabbed him again, "Vincent..."

"Be good." Vincent Hawthorne patted Cindy Lynn’s head, lowering his voice, "Tanya and I do have matters regarding the two children to discuss, be good."

His tone sounded gentle, but he had clearly made up his mind.

Cindy Lynn could only swallow her anger.

She forced a sweet and obedient smile, "Then I’ll wait for you in the car."

Before leaving, she glanced at Tanya Sinclair, "Ms. Tanya, please don’t get physical, I beg you, if you’re angry, direct it at me."

At these words, Tanya Sinclair couldn’t help but smile, "I’ve known Vincent for fifteen years, why would I need your plea? Do you know him better than I do?"

Indeed, she had loved him for fifteen years...

How many fifteen years does one have in a lifetime?

Vincent clearly enjoyed hearing that.

Cindy Lynn could only suppress her jealousy and discontent, turning to leave.

The look on Vincent Hawthorne’s face softened considerably, he looked at Tanya Sinclair, about to speak.

But Tanya Sinclair moved forward half a step first, lifting her hand, as she’d done countless times before, smoothing out the wrinkles on Vincent Hawthorne’s lapel.

Vincent focused on her calm features, as beautiful as a painting.

He froze for a moment, his body tensed, and then slowly relaxed.

"Tanya Sinclair, don’t you hate me?" His voice was laced with a trace of resentment, like a child who asked for candy and didn’t get it, only to be unexpectedly pitied.

Tanya Sinclair didn’t reply head-on, she merely said lightly, "This tie doesn’t suit you."

Vincent glanced down. This tie was bought by Cindy Lynn.

He pursed his lips slightly, shifting his gaze back to Tanya’s face, his tone softened.

"What do you want to talk about?"