Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 446 - 445: Fortune-Telling Begins 2

Tiana Thorne lightly curled her lips, touched her beautiful cheek, and said playfully, "Be good, listen to me, forget about him."

May Sloane lowered her eyes, feeling deeply dejected.

Finn Pierce...

Sigh...

How can one forget just because they say so?

Unless a destined lover truly appears to make her fall for someone else.

She lifted her head to look at Tiana, noticing the star-like brilliance in her enchanting eyes, smiled, and asked, "Tiana, when are we going to Mr. Hawthorne’s house?"

At this moment, what excited her more is that Tiana had started her journey of fortune-telling across the world!

Anyway, Tiana said Finn Pierce would never like her.

After so long together, if he hasn’t liked her by now, then he never will; it’s better to focus her mind on meaningful things.

"I’m the one going."

May pointed at herself, "And what about me?"

"I estimate that this issue won’t be figured out in a matter of days, but the crew won’t wait. Once shooting starts, if I’m not around, you’ll have to go to the crew and tell the director I’ve got a schedule conflict and will come back to shoot in a few days."

May nodded reluctantly, "Alright."

"You surely can’t go alone, right? Since you’re the fortune teller, you’ll need an assistant or something by your side," May reminded.

"Don’t worry, I’ve arranged it. Finn Pierce will accompany me, and during this time, you can take some time alone to calmly forget him and wait for your destined lover." Tiana blinked, her smile very alluring.

"Okay then..."

The Hawthorne family.

Heath Hawthorne lay on the bed, his expression scattered, staring at the ceiling without moving his eyes.

Once a tall and strong middle-aged man, the torment of illness over three months had gradually weakened him, losing the vitality he once had, giving the impression of an aged tree.

Isaac Ford, usually quiet, merely watched him with a solemn look in his eyes.

Claire Kane sat by the bed, looking very haggard as well, sighed, "Isaac, your Uncle Heath always liked you the most, but he doesn’t say a word now and has taken ill again."

"Auntie, has Uncle Heath been having these episodes more frequently lately?"

"It used to happen every few days, but now it’s almost every day. I truly don’t know if this illness will ever get better," Claire said before covering her mouth, tears cascading down.

Isaac furrowed his brow, "There will be a way."

But right now, there really isn’t any solution.

After examining him, the doctor said, "Mr. Hawthorne has no physical illness, but he cannot sleep at night, lacks appetite, is malnourished, has muscle atrophy and weakness; it seems to be a psychological issue."

"Dr. Miller, psychological issue?"

Claire was stunned; she’d done so many tests, yet this was the first time such a conclusion was reached.

Dr. Miller added, "It can only be this. Mrs. Hawthorne, think back, does Mr. Hawthorne have any unfulfilled wishes, or regrets in his life? No matter how big or small, understanding the cause may help address it."

"Wishes, regrets..." Claire mused to herself, carefully recalling, eventually shaking her head in bewilderment, "We have a son and a daughter, both are developing well, our family is relatively harmonious, I really can’t think of anything bad."

Thinking this way, there really shouldn’t be a reason for him to have a psychological issue.

"Could it be work pressure?"

Claire rejected this, "That’s impossible. I know my husband best; he’s a workholic, the more pressure there is, the more thrilled he is."

Dr. Miller sighed after hearing this, "Then it’s truly impossible to identify any reason. First let’s give him nutritional fluids; I suggest Mrs. Hawthorne consult another psychologist."

"Thank you, Dr. Miller."

Claire choked up, her heart in turmoil.

After the doctor left, Claire arranged for someone to invite a psychologist.

Isaac stood there, feeling very conflicted.

At this moment, the butler Uncle Lee arrived, "Madam, the young lady has returned."

Claire’s eyes, filled with sadness, showed a moment of joy, "Where is she now?"

After saying this, she stood up, prepared to go out and greet her.

Serena Hawthorne rushed in at this moment, her eyes still coated with tears, "Mom, I’m back."

She had hurried back from overseas upon hearing about her father’s situation, and seeing him lying in bed, tears streamed down, "Mom, why didn’t you tell me such a big thing happened at home?"

"Your dad didn’t want you to worry."

Serena wiped her tears, her voice still choked with emotion, urgently asked, "How is my dad really doing?"

Claire’s expression was very sorrowful, "The cause hasn’t been found yet."

"How can this be..." Serena wiped her tears, gripped her father’s hand, "Dad, Serena is back, how are you?"

Heath Hawthorne’s eyes, once scattered, gained a slight glimmer of color upon hearing her voice, "Serena..."

"Dad."

Serena’s tears couldn’t be controlled, falling down; a year had passed, how could her father become so frail, even his voice was so weak...

"Dad is fine, don’t cry." Heath consoled.

"Dad, I won’t let anything happen to you, don’t worry, you’ll be alright." Serena nodded, internally distressed, unable to cope with the reality of her father’s illness.

Heath said, "Go get my Compass."

Upon hearing this, Claire’s face sank, her expression cold, "You’re still obsessed with that thing, what if it’s the reason you ended up like this?"

Serena bit her lips, "Mom, that’s Dad’s only hobby."

Isaac, silent for a long time, also softly said, "Auntie, perhaps it’ll make Uncle Heath feel a bit better."

Claire looked at them, hesitating for a moment, eventually nodded, very displeased, then got up and went to Heath’s study.

Serena noticed Isaac then, wiped her tears, "Isaac, you’re here too."

"Hmm." He nodded.

Serena bowed her head, "Dad, do you really believe in Feng Shui?"

Heath said, "Help me up."

At that moment, Isaac also went over to assist her in helping Heath sit up, half-leaning against the bed.

"Cough cough..." Suddenly, Heath started coughing, very violently.

Serena, worriedly and nervously, reached out to gently pat his chest, "Dad, take slow breaths, take it easy."

Heath waved his hand.

She withdrew her hand and quietly sat beside him.

Heath’s scattered thoughts drifted a bit far; after a long while, he slowly said, "I’ve always struggled in business before; your mother and I lived tough times, then after studying Feng Shui, we found the Feng Shui at my grandfather’s burial spot wasn’t good. We spent heavily to relocate it, and after that, our business saw noticeable improvement."

Speaking of this, he coughed again.

Isaac frowned, feeling that Uncle Heath’s illness really wasn’t so simple.