Warren Hawthorne wasn’t willing to accept this outcome.
Eleanor Sterling saw Warren’s pained expression, sighed softly, and said quietly, "Mr. Hawthorne, the facts are laid bare, you may find them hard to accept, but I’m just here to inform you of this result."
She stood up, "Well then, I’ll take my leave now."
After speaking, Eleanor Sterling directly left the villa.
On the surface, Eleanor appeared calm, but in reality, her heart was in turmoil, prompting her hurried exit.
She couldn’t face Warren’s gaze and disappointment.
After Eleanor left, Silas Hawthorne saw Warren walk out of the study, looking dejected.
He approached with concern, "Dad, did something happen? Is it about Eleanor?"
Warren glanced at him, suppressing his emotions, and changed the subject, "Did your mom ask me to come back?"
Silas opened his mouth, wanting to inquire about Eleanor’s matter, but in the end, he asked nothing.
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Upon hearing this, Warren’s eyes darkened deeply.
He still didn’t believe the identification result; maybe this was Eleanor’s way of preventing chaos in the Hawthorne House.
She is the famous doctor Sally, so forging an identification document would be easy.
Warren said in a deep voice, "Fine, I’ll go back!"
He wanted to personally ask Hawthorne’s mother about the details of what happened at that time.
After leaving the villa, Eleanor Sterling felt an emptiness inside, as if stuffed with cotton, an indescribable heaviness.
Like a traveler in the desert, spotting an oasis only to find it was a mirage.
She hailed a car and directly headed to the Jennings Family.
Liam Keene was right; if she wanted to find out the truth, she must conduct an examination with the Jennings Family.
Afterward, she could reexamine with Warren, just to prevent any errors.
Soon, she arrived at the Jennings Family.
Mrs. Jennings heard Eleanor was visiting and promptly invited her inside.
"Eleanor, you’ve come!"
Eleanor smiled, saying softly, "Grandma, how’s your health been lately?"
"Good, everything’s good, you don’t need to worry."
After a pleasant chat, Eleanor noticed Jonathan Jennings was nowhere to be seen; she asked in surprise, "Where’s Grandpa? Why isn’t he here?"
Mrs. Jennings shook her head helplessly, "Oh, he recently encountered a rival.
Online, a formidable chess master defeated him in several games, he’s been practicing every day, saying he’s preparing for a match against them."
Eleanor, hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh.
Unexpectedly, Jonathan Jennings actually had such interests.
However, playing chess keeps the elderly mind active, helps prevent Alzheimer’s, which is a good thing.
"Eleanor, your grandpa still doesn’t like that Faulkner boy, probably because last time he lost."
Eleanor chuckled helplessly and said, "How about next time, I bring him over to have a good game with Grandpa and let him lose a round to vent Grandpa’s frustration?"
Before Mrs. Jennings could speak, Jonathan Jennings’ cold snort came from the stairs.
"Hmph, what do you mean let him lose a round? Do you think lowly of me? My chess skills are excellent!"
Jonathan Jennings had just come downstairs and overheard Eleanor’s words.
Almost infuriating him.
In reality, being beaten by Alaric Faulkner, this junior was one thing, but unexpectedly online, he was also beaten by a newcomer with a small account.
Jonathan Jennings wasn’t feeling too well these days.