Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 338: Leah Thorne? That’s a Good Name...

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Leah Thorne? That’s a Good Name...

Vincent Hawthorne squinted and stared at the young girl in front of him for a moment.

The youthful inexperience in her eyes was quite similar to Tanya Sinclair at twenty, but there was something else in her eyes, some emotions she couldn’t quite suppress. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The thoughts of a twenty-year-old girl were as transparent to him, a man nearing thirty, as a clear spring; all the hidden reefs and swimming fish were plainly visible.

Vincent reclined languidly, smiled, and repeated, "Leah? Nice name..."

With the compliment, the girl’s thoughts clearly became more animated.

"Mr. Hawthorne..."

But Vincent took out a wad of cash and casually tossed it in front of her, "Tip. Good work, you can leave now."

Leah’s face stiffened slightly, but she was sensible enough to take the money, get up, and say, "Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne," before exiting the room.

Rhys Lucas cast a subtle glance at Vincent.

"Not interested?" he chuckled, "Planning to remain faithful to Tanya Sinclair even after the divorce?"

Vincent gave him a cold kick.

After sitting for a while longer, Vincent picked up his coat, said goodbye to Cody Crawford, and prepared to leave.

"Vincent." Rhys called after him, reminded, "Regarding Declan Pierce, let’s pretend I never mentioned it. Stay away from him. It’s not worth getting involved with him over an ex-wife..."

Vincent didn’t respond, casually waved his hand, and turned to leave.

The cold wind outside sobered him up quite a bit, but he still called for a designated driver. Leaning against the car while waiting, he suddenly craved a cigarette. He took out a cigarette box, skillfully flicked out a cigarette and placed it at the corner of his mouth, then went for a lighter only to realize he had left it in the room.

Just then, a hand extended from the side, slim and beautiful, striking a lighter to light his cigarette.

Vincent turned to look; it was Leah.

She had changed clothes, wearing a gray coat, a grass-green scarf, with her makeup removed, revealing a clean and fair complexion, making her brows and eyes look like they were delicately drawn.

With such a bare face, she looked even more like her.

Vincent didn’t refuse her light, lowered his head to light the cigarette, and said, "Finished with work?"

"Mm, or else I won’t make the last subway back to school." She said this but didn’t leave, her bright eyes, filled with the youthful boldness of a twenty-year-old, fixed steadily on Vincent.

Vincent snorted with laughter, smoke choking his airway, causing him to cough.

"Mr. Hawthorne!" Leah instinctively wanted to pat his back but was stopped by Vincent raising his hand.

After a moment, he steadied himself and looked up, seeing Leah retrieve a bottle of water from her backpack to hand over.

"I haven’t drunk from it; it’s clean."

"..." Vincent hesitated for a moment before accepting her water, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome," she said with a cheerful smile, "I should be thanking you; your tip is enough to cover my living expenses for a month."

Vincent looked at Leah, momentarily silent.

Back then, everyone said Tanya pursued him to climb the social ladder, aiming to marry into a wealthy family. Having heard such voices often, he never verbally acknowledged them, yet in his heart, he somewhat despised Tanya Sinclair.

Even though he knew very well she never asked him for any material things...

The human heart can be despicable like that.

The driver had arrived, and Vincent handed him the car keys.

Leah obediently waved goodbye, "I’ll head off now, Mr. Hawthorne. You drank, so your stomach might feel uncomfortable. A cup of honey water when you get home might help."

"Alright."

Vincent watched Leah’s youthful, energetic silhouette, her ponytail slightly bobbing behind her. In truth, more than the face, it was her figure that resembled Tanya Sinclair. Both similarly slender and frail, yet with resilience emanating from every bone.

Vincent got into the car, and as it passed Leah, he signaled the driver to stop for a moment.

Vincent rolled down the window, "There’s still a stretch to the subway. How are you getting there?"

His initiative caught Leah by surprise.

"I’ll see if there’s a shared bike ahead... If not, I can run over."

Vincent said, "Hop in. It’s on the way; I’ll drop you at the subway."

There was a visible delight in Leah’s eyes as she demurely bit her lip. Whatever interest Vincent had briefly risen dissipated.

He no longer had the interest or patience for playing any games of coy refusal with a young girl.

If she refused the first invitation, he would have left immediately.

But the next second, Leah jogged to the other side and got into the car.

Vincent closed his eyes to rest, catching a whiff of a young girl’s scent beside him, the fragrance of lavender laundry detergent. His mind wandered, recalling the years with Tanya Sinclair.

She always carried a faint medicinal scent, difficult to specifically describe, yet its presence always brought him peace.

Occasionally lifting his eyelids, Vincent glanced through the rearview mirror and saw the lower half of Leah, sitting properly with her hands resting on her lap.

He closed his eyes again, and the car stopped at the subway entrance.

Before stepping out, Leah said, "Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne."

Without opening his eyes, Vincent replied in a tired tone, "Mm."

The car door closed again, and the driver took Vincent back to The Hawthorne Estate.

The car stopped in the estate’s underground garage. Vincent opened his eyes just as he was about to get out, noticing something left on the passenger seat. Pausing briefly, he reached out to pick it up; it was a library card.

Leah Thorne, Crestwood University of Medicine, Junior year.

Vincent looked at the photo of the girl’s blossoming smile and chuckled knowingly.

Such tricks and mind games...

Vincent casually tossed Leah’s library card into a compartment and headed home. Just as he arrived at the living room, he bumped into Yvonne Hawthorne sneaking out.

"Brother..." Yvonne seemed guilty.

"Where are you off to at this late hour?"

Yvonne replied defiantly, "I couldn’t sleep, so I arranged to go out with some friends."

Vincent, knowing her too well, directly grabbed Yvonne’s bag and indeed found a passport inside.

"And you’re taking this for a night out?" Vincent’s head throbbed with anger, "You planning on chasing after Felix Kendall? He’s already on a mission!"

"I know, he’s gone to the Zendar Region. This mission is quite safe. He’s just helping to relocate Rhovan’s diplomatic personnel and wiping out some remaining international terrorist groups hiding there."

Vincent rubbed his temples, no longer wanting to ask how Yvonne obtained this information.

"Don’t assume Felix Kendall is always kindly. If you keep chasing after him, even if he shoots you where you stand, The Hawthorne Family won’t have anywhere to collect your body!" He warned Yvonne sternly.

But Yvonne simply wouldn’t listen.

"If Felix Kendall wanted to shoot me, he wouldn’t have brought me back in the first place!" Yvonne argued confidently, "He saved me twice because he has feelings for me! It’s all Tanya Sinclair’s fault; even divorced, she causes chaos!"

Yvonne clung to Vincent’s arm, pleading, "Brother, can you bring Tanya Sinclair back? If you do, then Felix Kendall won’t have any chance! He’ll definitely be moved by me!"

Vincent shook her off, "Yvonne, have some self-respect, will you?"

Yvonne retorted defiantly, "Are you really my brother? Why don’t you support me in pursuing the man I like? If I marry into the Kendall Family, having Felix Kendall as your brother-in-law, wouldn’t that bring you pride too?"

Vincent felt his stomach ache from anger.

"Because I am your real brother, that’s why I’m trying to bring you to your senses! Were it anyone else, I’d have tossed them out long ago!"

"Brother!"

Vincent got up, grabbed Yvonne’s arm, and dragged her back to her room.

Before leaving, he took Yvonne’s passport, "I’m telling you, you’re not going anywhere!"

With that said, he ignored Yvonne’s dissatisfaction, turned to his own room, locked the door, and let her make a scene outside.

He fell onto the bed, listening to Yvonne’s frenzied shouting, even awakening Mother Hawthorne, who came to the door to offer comfort.

The voices of two women talking only made Vincent’s head throb worse, his stomach aching too.

He recalled what Tanya Sinclair used to say; Yvonne was indeed spoiled by them, living like a giant baby in her twenties!

After lying down for a while, he got up and went to the balcony for some fresh air, thought for a moment, then made a call to his friend in Country M.

"Richard, it’s Vincent. I need your help to investigate someone, yes, it’s important... He was notorious a few years ago for risking his life at an underground boxing arena there, known as a madman, goes by Declan Pierce." Vincent paused before continuing, "He’s now gotten close to my wife and kids. I’m worried he might pose a threat to them... Alright, I’ll wait for your update."