CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 215: NEVER SEEN SUCH A GOOD SON-IN-LAW

Cindy Lynn sat in the car, not paying attention to Joy who was clinging to her. Her entire focus was on Vincent Hawthorne and Tanya Sinclair not far away.

Seeing the distance between them closing, with Tanya’s hand reaching out, and Vincent showing no intention of rejecting...

"Ah!" Joy cried out, pitifully, "Mommy Cindy, you’re hurting me!"

Next to her, Caden, who was focused on Sudoku, immediately looked up when he heard his sister’s voice in pain.

"Sorry, Joy, Mommy Cindy didn’t mean to. Let me blow on it for you, okay?" Cindy Lynn quickly comforted Joy, "Does it still hurt?"

"It’s okay now."

Caden: "Joy, come over here to your brother, I’ll show you something fun."

"Okay." Joy climbed out of Cindy Lynn’s lap and went to her brother’s side.

Caden gave Cindy Lynn a sharp look, very much like Tanya Sinclair’s; Cindy Lynn was always impatient with this child she could never please.

Now, her anger grew even more!

Sooner or later, she was going to deal with this brat!

But Cindy Lynn dared not show it. She smiled at Caden, but he didn’t respond and just rubbed the place on his sister where she had been pinched red.

When Cindy Lynn looked up again, Vincent Hawthorne was walking towards the car, and she immediately opened the door and rushed out to greet him eagerly.

"Vincent, what did Ms. Tanya say to you? Did she keep saying that it was my mom who ruined her family, and my father who seized The Sinclair Family’s property?"

Vincent looked a bit baffled, "She didn’t say anything, just talked to me about the kids."

Cindy Lynn’s expression froze.

Somewhat incredulous.

She didn’t say anything?

That bitch Tanya didn’t take the opportunity to complain?

Cindy Lynn found it hard to believe, talking about the kids, did they have to stand so close?

"Vincent..." Cindy Lynn wrapped her arms around Vincent Hawthorne, speaking softly, "I’m so scared, scared that Ms. Tanya will take you away from me..."

Vincent’s eyes darkened slightly. He patted Cindy Lynn’s back and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? I’m already divorced from her."

"Then when can we get engaged?" Cindy Lynn lifted her small face, staring directly at Vincent Hawthorne, her face flushed a little, shyly saying, "I told Grandpa Kendall that I would bring my fiancé over..."

Vincent Hawthorne spoke warmly, "After Old Master Kendall’s birthday banquet next week, I will announce it publicly."

Only then did Cindy Lynn feel satisfied.

The two got into the car, and Vincent Hawthorne inadvertently glanced out the window. Tanya Sinclair’s figure was no longer there. He retracted his gaze, glanced over the rearview mirror, and suddenly found the tie around his neck a bit glaring.

Indeed, not quite matching...

In an inconspicuous corner, Tanya Sinclair watched Vincent Hawthorne and Cindy Lynn drive away.

Mason Vance stood behind her and couldn’t help but say, "Young Miss, why were you being so nice to that bastard Vincent Hawthorne just now?"

"Was I good to him?" Tanya Sinclair asked lightly in return. She was wiping her hands repeatedly with a disinfectant wipe, having just touched Vincent Hawthorne, she felt disgusted.

"It was just a few words with him."

What they talked about wasn’t important, what was important was that she made sure Cindy Lynn could see.

That woman was scheming and jealous, she would soon take the next step.

The tricks that Cindy Lynn used, it wasn’t like she couldn’t do them, she just disdained to.

But since Vincent Hawthorne responded to them, using them wasn’t out of the question.

Compared to Shelly Sullivan, the old fox, Cindy Lynn was a better breakthrough point...

"By the way, Mason." Tanya Sinclair regained her composure, looking at Mason Vance with some curiosity, "What kind of moves did you use when you fought Vincent Hawthorne earlier? Where did you learn them?"

It didn’t seem like boxing, Muay Thai, or combat... Each move was fierce, seemingly unmethodical, but extremely lethal, all killer moves.

Too dangerous!

And according to Uncle Vance, Mason Vance had only practiced for a few years, yet Vincent Hawthorne had received various combat training since he was four...

Yet Mason Vance could fight evenly with Vincent Hawthorne.

Mason Vance scratched his head, mumbling, "Just casually learned from the master at the martial arts hall near home."

Tanya Sinclair wasn’t suspicious, knowing some old masters in folk martial arts halls were genuinely skilled.

Family-inherited killing moves, not for performance, had no showiness, but could genuinely kill.

She only reminded, "Your master has too much of a murderous aura. These moves are all deadly, you must restrain yourself."

If the opponent weren’t Vincent Hawthorne today, they probably would have already been on the ground.

"Okay." Mason Vance was obedient in front of Tanya Sinclair, showing none of his earlier ferocity, "Whatever Young Miss says, I will do."

Tanya Sinclair chuckled, "Just call me Ms. Tanya, don’t call me Young Miss anymore."

She already had two children; she was no longer the young miss of The Sinclair Family.

Mason Vance said seriously, "To me, you will always be Young Miss."

Like a princess.

They both left the cemetery together, and just as they reached the entrance, Tanya Sinclair noticed a familiar figure, who also spotted her.

"Oh, ma’am, you’re here again."

The person was Old Crawford, the staff she had met by chance on her last visit to the cemetery to visit her mother.

Tanya Sinclair smiled and said, "I’m divorced, no longer anyone’s ma’am. I’m Tanya Sinclair."

From now on, she was just Tanya Sinclair.

Old Crawford corrected himself, "Ms. Sinclair." He said regretfully, "But why did you get divorced? Mr. Pierce seemed to treat you well, during those five years, he would come to visit and take good care of your mother-in-law’s grave, I’ve never seen a son-in-law so attentive..."

Tanya Sinclair’s mind buzzed, almost exploding.

After the name ’Mr. Pierce’ came out, she couldn’t hear anything else.

"...Who did you say?" Tanya Sinclair, unusually discomposed, grasped Old Crawford, her lips trembling, finally finding her voice, trembling as she asked, "The man who came to visit my mother over the past five years, was his last name... Pierce?!"