The Hawthorne matriarch looked at Silas Hawthorne, her son with Warren Hawthorne, the most outstanding future heir of the Hawthorne Family. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noⅴelfire.net
"Silas, try to persuade your father."
Silas Hawthorne’s facial features gradually became cold; he looked at his mother and asked, "Is Eleanor Sterling that woman’s daughter with Dad?"
The Hawthorne matriarch sighed, "Yes! Silas, you need to help me. I don’t want to divorce your father."
Upon hearing this, Silas Hawthorne felt a sudden tightness in his heart.
A sense of helplessness spread from the inside out.
Eleanor Sterling is his half-sister...
But he had already developed feelings for her, once trapped in a web of love, how could he easily extricate himself.
Stella Hawthorne was utterly stunned; she hadn’t expected Eleanor Sterling to have such a connection with her, while her mother had relations with Dad...
The door to the room opened once again.
This time it was Eleanor Sterling who entered, her small face was calm and her eyes devoid of emotion as she looked at the Hawthorne matriarch crying in Silas Hawthorne’s arms.
Seeing Eleanor Sterling, the Hawthorne matriarch’s tears stopped.
Eleanor Sterling approached, her face neither happy nor sad, standing firmly in front of the Hawthorne matriarch.
"Years ago, my mother and Warren Hawthorne had a marriage agreement. You liked Warren Hawthorne; my mother was a well-known debutante in Aethelgard. Knowing you couldn’t compare to her, you resorted to tactics."
"You drugged Warren Hawthorne. He slept with my mother, but you falsely claimed it was you he slept with. Warren Hawthorne, being responsible, took responsibility for you."
"My mother believed she was defiled by a stranger, left Aethelgard, went to Veridia City, and had a child alone."
Eleanor Sterling’s breathing became slightly heavier; she paused for a moment, scarcely steadying her emotions.
"In Veridia City’s hospital, my mother had difficulty giving birth to me. As a result, she suffered health issues and died early.
Yet you got what you wanted, married Warren Hawthorne in Aethelgard, and became Mrs. Hawthorne for over twenty years, enjoying endless glory, is that right?"
The events described were everything Eleanor Sterling understood, along with her own conjectures.
The Hawthorne matriarch’s face instantly went pale.
Because Eleanor Sterling had got it all right, she had unearthed all the sordid history.
She looked at Eleanor Sterling, feeling her current pain as if repaying for past happiness and grandeur.
Eleanor Sterling’s expression remained indifferent, continuing, "You and Faye Sterling are the same, doing whatever it takes for a man.
You crave such goodness, but fear the devastating harm that comes from the truth being exposed."
The Hawthorne matriarch clenched her hands tight and exclaimed, "Did I do wrong? I was only thinking of myself; I’m not wrong! All because I love Warren Hawthorne!"
Eleanor Sterling looked at her, eyes mocking and cold.
"You’re not wrong, but soon you will face retribution. Warren Hawthorne always felt guilty towards my mother.
When he learns the truth, he knows what should be done, I believe you understand that well."
Of course, the Hawthorne matriarch knew, just moments ago, Warren Hawthorne had proposed a divorce.
He couldn’t even wait for the wedding banquet to end, immediately asking her to get a divorce.
But she did not want to divorce.
Eleanor Sterling looked at the nearly broken-down Hawthorne matriarch, and she turned to leave.
At the doorway, Silas Hawthorne was standing there, eyes dark and filled with countless emotions looking at Eleanor Sterling.
Eleanor Sterling and he exchanged a glance, she didn’t feel much.
Only thinking... that man turned out to be her brother; fortunately, they hadn’t developed beyond friendship before.
Otherwise, perhaps the messiest affair in the world would have played out on her.
Eleanor Sterling nodded towards Silas Hawthorne, then bypassed him and opened the door to exit.
At the moment she opened the door to leave, Silas Hawthorne’s heart suddenly fell, feeling as if he had lost something forever.