Raina North sat there expressionless, obediently like a decoration, when in fact, besides obediently being a decoration, she couldn’t do anything else.
Truthfully, her brain was still muddled, and she still didn’t know what had happened or how all this came to be.
Wasn’t it agreed that it was just a secret marriage?
Wasn’t it agreed that she and Elias Hawthorne had a nominal marriage without substance?
How did it suddenly become publicly revealed in secret ? How was she going to run away with Bobby now?
Or could it be that Elias had already seen through her identity and deliberately used this method to leave her no way out?
Old Mrs. Hawthorne noticed Raina North’s body was stiff and felt even more affection towards her, praising her as if it cost nothing.
The reporters of course cooperated, continuing to cooperate.
In this utterly harmonious setting, a discordant voice suddenly rang out—
"Since President Hawthorne is so kind to you, why, dear sister, are you keeping a toy boy behind his back?"
The lively atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.
The newly appointed Young Mistress Hawthorne keeping a toy boy?
If it weren’t for the intimidation of the Hawthorne Family, the reporters would have rushed forward uncontrollably.
Even if they didn’t dare to speak out casually, their eyes filled with gossiping fervor as they looked at the informant.
Raina North looked up, her gaze clashing with Claire North’s in mid-air, sparks flying in that moment.
Just as Raina North was about to speak, Old Mrs. Hawthorne pressed her down: "Who is this young lady..."
"Mom, this is Claire North. Raina’s younger sister." It was a middle-aged noblewoman who came with Claire North who spoke up. She was well-maintained, looking no more than in her early thirties, dressed luxuriously, adorned with expensive jewelry.
This woman was Elias Hawthorne’s stepmother, a famous evergreen figure in the entertainment circle, always the envy of others wherever she went.
From the moment she appeared, the reporters’ fingers on their camera shutters hadn’t stopped.
One reporter boldly asked: "Mrs. Hawthorne, the young lady you brought just now claimed that Young Mistress Hawthorne was unfaithful, can you explain this?"
"Since I’ve brought you in, naturally I’ve come to explain." Mrs. Hawthorne walked up to Old Mrs. Hawthorne, lowered her head, showing respect: "Mom, I’m sorry for disturbing the meeting you prepared so meticulously."
Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s face slightly darkened, unmercifully saying, "If you know you’re sorry, why did you do it? If you’ve done it, why say sorry? Pretentious!"
An ominous look flashed in Mrs. Hawthorne’s eyes, never expecting that even in front of everyone, this old lady gave her no face at all.
Claire North hurriedly said, "Old Mrs. Hawthorne, please don’t blame her, I repeatedly pleaded with her to bring me. I, I had no other choice, I couldn’t just watch my sister make mistake after mistake. Finally reaching a point of no return, please, you must understand my concern for my sister."
Old Mrs. Hawthorne furrowed her brow; she had lived for nearly a lifetime and seen countless people. She could clearly see what kind of person Claire North was and what her words meant. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Raina North shaking her head at her.
Raina North raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Mistake after mistake? Point of no return? Claire North, your tricks are getting more and more numerous."
"Sister, I know you’re blaming me. I really couldn’t stand to watch anymore." Claire North’s face was full of uneasy guilt: "Even if President Hawthorne... has wronged you, you shouldn’t keep a toy boy. If this gets out, how would the people of Southgate see our North Family? You... you’re really too much!" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⟡fire.net