Chapter 485
To avoid drawing any suspicion, Vesta Hawkins did her best to act like everything was normal, throwing herself into the conversation with Thorne Henderson, Granger Harden, and Moran Albright as if nothing was amiss.
That evening, when Vesta got home, Leah Spencer and Georgina Spencer were sitting on the couch, chatting.
As soon as Vesta walked in, Leah, munching on a slice of watermelon, turned her head and asked, “Hey, sis, did the old woman from the Henderson family wake up yet?”
Vesta shook her head. “Not yet.”
“Really? Is there any idea when she’ll come around?”
Again, Vesta shook her head.
Hearing this, Leah and Laverne Hawkins both frowned.
They’d already heard about Irma Henderson’s sudden illness not long after she was rushed into the emergency room.
Thorne had told Vesta almost immediately that, because of Irma’s condition, he’d decided to delay the divorce with Charlene Ross.
Divorce isn’t exactly a pleasant subject, and with Irma so seriously ill, it wouldn’t look good for Thorne and Charlene to be rushing into it. So, the fact that Thorne wanted to postpone things made sense to everyone.
Still, understanding was one thing-being happy about it was another.
If Irma hadn’t gotten sick, Thorne would have finished up his business and, within
a few days, he and Charlene could have finalized the divorce.
But now that Irma still hadn’t regained consciousness, no one knew how long the divorce would be put off.
Rhoda, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. She patted her daughter’s head and smiled. “Whether the old lady wakes up tomorrow or next week, it doesn’t really matter. With Thorne’s feelings for Vesta, it’s only a matter of time before they get married. This whole thing is just a temporary setback. Honestly, you’re more anxious than the people involved.”
Leah blinked, then grinned. “You’re right.”
She huffed and added, “I just can’t stand that snake Charlene still pretending to be my sister’s wife.”
In the past, whenever people brought up these things, Vesta would always remain calm, acting as if nothing could possibly shake the bond between her and Thorne.
But now…
Listening to Rhoda and Leah talk, Vesta lowered her eyes, staying quiet. It was only after they finished that she said softly, “I’m a little tired. I’ll head upstairs.”
Leah didn’t notice anything off about her. Hearing Vesta say she was tired, she just chirped, “Okay, goodnight, sis!”
Maureen Spencer, however, caught the slight change in her daughter’s expression.
A few days earlier, after Vesta had overheard some “truths” about Charlene in the parking lot, Maureen had noticed something off about her, too. But since Vesta hadn’t wanted to talk about it-ando Maureen herself had been called away on urgent family
business-she hadn’t given it much more thought. She hadn’t been around these past few days, so she didn’t really know what had happened.
Seeing Vesta looking unwell, Maureen simply assumed she was tired and let it go.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town-
Charlene was packing up her things, getting ready to leave the office, when Stewart Ferguson knocked and stepped inside. He handed her severat gold-embossed invitations and smiled. “Preparations forthe anniversary celebration are pretty much set. These are some of the invitations I put aside for you.”
Charlene took them with a smile. “Thanks, Stewart.”
He waved her off. “No need for thanks. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Oh, I also had invitations sent over to the Henderson Group. I figured…”
Charlene nodded, still smiling. “It’s okay. I understand, Stewart.”