Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 155: I’m Carrying the Future Heir of the Hawthorne Family!

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: I’m Carrying the Future Heir of the Hawthorne Family!

The voice was slightly tired, but the spirit seemed quite good.

Silas Linton saw him come in and said, "Your body hasn’t recovered yet, why are you running around?"

Knowing that everything in the Hawthorne Family relies on him, he had no choice but to leave, but Silas could only say this at the moment.

"I’m fine now," Jonas replied casually, then asked, "How’s Grandma’s health?"

"Not dying yet," Silas sighed. Her current condition is undoubtedly worse than before, but she is still breathing, she has a tough life.

John Franklin witnessed the situation, casually closed the medical record, turned around, and walked outside, "Take your time chatting."

Silas glanced at his departing back and nodded, "He’s sensible."

After speaking, Silas turned to Jonas, a bit more earnest, "How did you handle those shareholders?"

Even though Silas had been in the hospital all along, she knew everything about what was happening inside the Hawthorne Group.

While Jonas was comatose, the shareholders holding a majority of shares convened an emergency board meeting, trying to overturn things.

At that time, no one knew whether Jonas would wake up, or when he would wake up, and many people wavered.

Fortunately, Jonas woke so quickly. Upon his return, those disruptive shareholders quieted down, and most of the negative news online about the Hawthorne Group was withdrawn.

To achieve this, her grandson managed to do so in just half a day.

In terms of work and career, few can compare to his outstanding abilities.

"Reclaim the shares, and they shall never enter the Hawthorne Group again," Jonas answered slowly, a subtle sharpness pervading his distinct brows.

The contract signed back then clearly stated that any shareholder who threatened or betrayed the Hawthorne Group would have all shares revoked without a reason.

Hearing this, Silas smiled, "Indeed, you’re my good grandson! Come and sit."

Jonas obliged, walked over, and sat beside her, worry emerging in his bloodshot eyes, "Grandma, you’ve suffered. It’s my inadequate care that allowed someone to poison you."

After dealing with the troublesome group within the corporation, Jonas immediately had people investigate the poisoning incident secretly.

To avoid alerting the snake, he did not personally return for the investigation.

Silas sighed again, reaching out to pat his hand, "Whether fortune or disaster, it cannot be avoided, don’t blame yourself."

"Grandson will definitely find out who’s behind poisoning you!" Jonas’s voice suddenly cooled.

"Grandma knows," Silas nodded with a smile, knowing her grandson was a filial one.

Then Silas suddenly said, "By the way, when you were unconscious, Raine was the one always taking care of you, even helping me borrow medical equipment; my old life was saved by her!"

While talking, Silas observed the changes in her grandson’s expression, "She’s truly been put out, running around tirelessly despite being pregnant, sincerely helping us with no ulterior motive... Ah, she’s genuinely kind-hearted."

Jonas’s gaze slightly dropped, making it difficult to perceive his feelings at the moment.

Yet inwardly, he was already deeply stirred...

Everything Raine Sinclair did was observed by him.

How could someone like her have once sold her information to Finn Wyatt?

The more he thought, the more impossible that seemed, yet someone deliberately leaked such information to him...

And Candace Ford was the biggest suspect.

Seeing Jonas unwilling to speak, Silas continued, "Jonas, don’t blame Grandma for being talkative. With so much happening, you should know who truly cares for you? It’s said you know people by spending time; Raine has always been by your side for years. Even after your divorce, despite how much you hurt her, she hasn’t changed her devoted heart. Alas, such a good child, how could she..."

In the end, Silas choked with emotion.

Seeing Raine prosper now only proves she and the old man’s judgment was correct back then.

Yet precisely because of this, Silas felt more guilt toward Raine.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have supported Raine marrying into the Hawthorne Family back then.

Perhaps with another family, Raine wouldn’t have faced such hardships...

"..." Jonas remained silent throughout.

His heart was not made of stone; he could sense sincerity and warmth.

And now, it’s too late for regrets.

"Jonas, you and Raine are still young, realizing the mistakes allows you to start anew. Don’t reach Grandma’s age before you regret, then it would truly be too late."

Silas lamented, having lived most of her life, feeling anxious watching these kids struggle through their prime years!

Life is merely a handful of decades, passing in a blur.

Jonas said nothing, as the nurse knocked and entered.

"Madam, Ms. Ford keeps insisting on seeing you and knocked over the food in tantrum."

Seeing the nurse’s anxious face, Silas came to herself, "I almost forgot that troublesome lamp!"

Then, turning to glance at Jonas beside her, somewhat disdainfully said, "Your woman, you deal with her. Don’t bother me!"

The young nurse hurriedly bowed her head, wishing she had no ears, hearing nothing!

Jonas’s face also darkened, before rising, "It’s grandson’s fault for troubling Grandma."

Silas waved her hand, "Go on, I’m tired, want to sleep a while."

"Yes." Jonas nodded, then helped Silas lie down and covered her with a blanket before heading downstairs.

Meanwhile, John Franklin in the corridor naturally heard everything.

He raised eyebrows, watching Jonas’s departing back, his eyes deepened...

Pondering, his cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID, then answered.

"Brother. Yes, he’s awake. I know what to do."

——

Candace Ford had been locked in that tiny hospital room for two full days.

Whenever she opened the door, the guards outside glared fiercely at her, saying it’s the madam’s orders not to let her roam.

That damned old woman dared to lock her up like this!

When she finds the opportunity, she’ll personally poison that hateful old woman!

The more she thought, the angrier she became, still no reaction outside, Candace kicked the scattered food furiously.

"Is everyone dead?! Such awful food, how dare you give it to me? I’m carrying the Hawthorne Family’s future heir in my belly!"

Two days of confinement had worn away her gentle pretense.

Now completely out of control, not wanting to keep control!

Anyway, Jonas was comatose, his life or death unknown, who is she pretending for?

She never expected after shouting so loudly, the guards outside respectfully called out, "Young Master!"

Candace froze, instinctively turned, seeing Jonas in a black suit standing at the door, looking at her coldly.

Her heart suddenly sank!

Did he hear everything she said earlier?