Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 116: Jonas Hawthorne, I Hate You!

When Leon Grant arrived at Raine’s office, he saw her bent over a file, reviewing it.

It seemed she heard his footsteps, for she lifted her eyes and glanced over at him.

"Leon? Why are you here?"

Due to her spontaneous use of "Leon," Leon Grant couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his heart.

The secretary hadn’t followed him in. He was holding a thermal container, which he opened and handed to her, "I passed by the Celestial Victory Restaurant and remembered their chicken soup is quite good, so I packed some for you. You should take good care of yourself these days."

Raine looked at the steaming chicken soup in front of her, and all of a sudden, her heart stirred.

She had thought Leon Grant was only being nice to her to play along with their act, maybe out of sympathy, to avoid letting her feel embarrassed in front of others.

But recently...

Even when no one else was around, he was just as kind to her, if not kinder.

Especially after yesterday.

She suddenly wondered if she should not have agreed to his proposal.

Leon Grant saw her staring at the soup in a daze and recalled what Jonas Hawthorne had mentioned earlier, which piqued his curiosity. "I just ran into Jonas downstairs. He said you don’t like chicken soup?"

Leon Grant didn’t know this.

When he had previously visited the Sinclair Family, he saw Sharon Jennings brewing soup for her, and she drank it quite happily.

Upon hearing his words, Raine snapped back to reality, "What?"

Before he could repeat, her mind also began to turn, "Jonas said that?"

She didn’t like chicken soup.

Sure, it was flavorful, but she wasn’t particularly fond of it, though it wasn’t to the point of being inedible.

However, her mother loved making chicken soup...

Every time she had to drink it with high expectations from her mother, she couldn’t bear to refuse.

Over time, she gradually stopped caring about it.

She only mentioned not liking chicken soup to Jonas Hawthorne once, yet he still remembered?

Another brief moment of distraction.

"Yes," Leon Grant nodded, noticing her slight distraction, and added, "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to force yourself."

Upon hearing this, Raine lowered her head to look at the soup again.

After a moment of silence, she pushed aside the idle thoughts in her mind, smiled slightly, and stirred the fragrant soup with a spoon, smiling faintly, "Even a good medicine tastes bitter. It’s not just things you like that you should eat. Otherwise, how much would you miss out on!"

Leon Grant frowned slightly; he had always heard that you eat what you like and don’t eat what you don’t, and there’s no need to force yourself for others.

But listening to her now, it suddenly seemed to make some sense?

Raine had already started drinking the soup while he was pondering and praised, "It tastes really good! Where did you say this is from? I’ll take my parents there someday!"

"Celestial Victory Restaurant," Leon Grant replied.

"The name sounds quite ancient!" Raine praised again, then squinted her large eyes with a slight smile, "You see, if I didn’t drink this soup because I didn’t like it, wouldn’t I have missed out on such a good place? But I did drink it, and I know its deliciousness, then I can take my parents there too, so they can experience such a taste. Isn’t that great?"

Actually, many things aren’t just as simple as they seem. Sometimes, by changing your mindset and looking from outside the perspective, you might discover a different world.

Different actions lead to different results.

There’s also no need to be obsessed with anyone’s opinion; do what you want to do, become who you want to be.

Leon Grant praised, "You have your own thoughts."

"..." Raine was stunned.

Back when she was determined to marry Jonas Hawthorne, her friends around her also spoke of her in this way.

Also, if she hadn’t had her own thoughts, perhaps she would have listened to her parents and married someone else back then.

If...

After all, life doesn’t have "ifs." If she could go back in time, she’d undoubtedly make the same choices with the mindset and experience she had back then.

Perhaps it was destiny that she and Jonas Hawthorne were meant to have this Chapter.

Unable to stop herself from thinking of Jonas Hawthorne’s stiff back as he left earlier... After all, they walk different paths.

At that moment, Jonas Hawthorne drove all the way back to the old Hawthorne residence.

There was no chance for Leo Keane to escape along the way, giving him a free roller coaster ride.

It wasn’t even that urgent, but he later received a call from the old residence saying his grandmother had suddenly taken ill, and it was quite serious.

Jonas Hawthorne, already in a bad mood, was suddenly hit with this news and pressed the accelerator to the floor!

Getting out of the car, Jonas Hawthorne quickly walked towards the house, "Where is Grandmother?"

The servants quickly followed.

Only Leo Keane was left leaned against the Hawthorne house wall, vomiting everywhere.

His face was green, and stars danced before his eyes!

"Jonas... Hawthorne... I hate you!!"

Unfortunately, Jonas Hawthorne didn’t hear this at all; his mind was filled with concerns about his grandmother’s health. She had always been well, having annual checkups with a professional dietitian by her side, so how did she suddenly fall ill?

He rushed all the way back, and upon seeing his grandmother’s pale face, completely weak as she leaned against the bed, he felt very uncomfortable inside. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Grandmother."

He went in, and finally, a hint of vulnerability surfaced on his usually cold face.

Only in front of his grandmother would he transform back to the child he once was.

Silas Linton saw that her grandson had come and immediately smiled, "Jonas, why are you back? I told them not to inform you, lest you worry!"

"What happened to you?"

Jonas Hawthorne asked, his tone filled with worry.

"People get old, and once they reach a certain age, they easily tire?" Silas Linton was in good spirits; after all, everyone walks this path. Even if one’s mindset is youthful, it can’t beat physical aging.

But this illness came so fiercely, even she hadn’t anticipated it.

Thinking of it, she added, "You don’t need to worry too much. As long as you bring Raine back to me, I’ll recover right away!"

Silas Linton saw an opportunity and seized it, determined to brainwash her grandson with a rare glance.

On ordinary days, Jonas Hawthorne would have walked out with a scowl, but not now...

His expression slightly shifted, lowering his eyelids, covering all emotions in his eyes.

"She won’t come back."

Just a few faint words mingled with countless sorrow.

Even Jonas Hawthorne didn’t notice how reluctant his expression was when he said those lines.

Silas Linton, with her extensive experience, took one look at her grandson’s face and could tell he regretted the divorce.

She had been keeping up with the news recently, which mentioned someone proposing to Raine Sinclair.

She knew it—such a good girl wouldn’t lack suitors around her. Otherwise, why would she always try to get her grandson to reconcile with her?

Afraid she would be snatched away!

"It’s not too late now, as long as you..."

"It’s too late," Jonas Hawthorne interrupted his grandmother, with a tone of sorrow, "She’s pregnant with Leon Grant’s child."

"What?" Silas Linton sat up abruptly, "Impossible!!"