Since her false identity was exposed, apart from Casper North and Shea, no one had ever unconditionally supported her.
Now, there was someone.
Old Mrs. Hawthorne, Baby Hawthorne.
She could clearly perceive that their support for her came from genuine hearts.
After a moment, Raina North suddenly smiled, her beautiful almond eyes filled with delight, and this feeling was indeed quite nice.
Because Old Mrs. Hawthorne was fiercely brave, the Yates Matriarch, who usually didn’t get along with her, brought a group of sisters to the Hawthorne Family, under the guise of meeting the family’s new bride for future social interactions.
Raina listened to the noisy sounds from downstairs, curled her lips, and stepped into the bathroom.
After cleaning up, Raina sat in front of the dressing table.
In the mirror, the girl’s eyebrows were lightly brushed, her nose was straight, and her almond eyes were as bright as stars, with slightly curled pink lips as delicate as March peach blossoms, tempting one to pick them.
After carefully caring for her skin, Raina abandoned the serious, conservative set of clothes on the bed, turned into the wardrobe room, and her pink fingertips skimmed over the long array of dresses.
If she couldn’t be low-key anymore, she might as well accept the reality.
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Elias Hawthorne leisurely drank his coffee.
He was dressed in casual attire, the light gray color softening his usual sternness, and the slightly messy hair made him look a few years younger, overall appearing indescribably handsome.
Jasper Hawthorne was not so calm, pacing back and forth in the study like an ant on a hot pan.
Seeing his brother sitting there unmoved, he couldn’t help but say: "Brother, aren’t you worried at all?"
Elias Hawthorne replied indifferently: "Worried about what?"
"What do you mean, worried about what? There’s a bunch of women downstairs in the living room watching the spectacle; if they start making noise, one can be as loud as ten ducks. By then, the woeful sight of a blooming flower like you stuck in a pile of cow dung will be impossible to hide. It’s heartbreaking to think about."
Raina North walked into the study after changing clothes, just in time to hear these words from Jasper Hawthorne.
It seemed her cheeky little brother-in-law indeed had only increased his appetite but not his brain, as last time hadn’t taught him a lesson.
Raina suddenly recalled Jasper Hawthorne’s excitement that day, probably unaware that it was his own loose tongue that caused the trouble, maybe even thinking it was quite thrilling.
Raina suddenly realized she might have guessed the truth.
"Brother, I know you care about Baby, but no matter how much you care for the child, you can’t gamble your whole life. Your life, your future is just as important."
Why does this sound so familiar, like the usual advice given to a woman in an unhappy marriage to strive for her happiness?
Seeing his brother didn’t respond, Jasper Hawthorne became more excited, and at this moment, there was a loud bang.
The study door was forcefully pushed open.
"Damn! Who..." Jasper Hawthorne jumped up, about to teach the door-kicker a lesson, but upon seeing the person clearly, he was instantly stunned, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement.
A girl, leisurely withdrawing her foot, wearing a fiery red dress, slender and graceful, her long hair cascading down her back, her eyes bright and smile on her lips, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Pretty, truly pretty.
Even in the presence of Elias Hawthorne, she wasn’t overshadowed in the slightest.