Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 318

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 318
“You haven’t been home for a few days already. It seems difficult to see you now,” Old Madam Hill taunted Shaun.

“Melanie comes to accompany you every day, doesn’t she?” Shaun teased Old Madam Hill and sat beside her. She was dressed in a dark blue vest and blouse. Her deep-set eyes were always sharp enough to observe everything.

“It’s good that you know it. She doesn’t come here with the sole intention of accompanying me. She wants to see you,” Old Madam Hill said with annoyance, “She’s quite pitiful. Her family has been peaceful all this while, but Joel now insists on getting a divorce after his illegitimate daughter came back. Is he senile? How could he divorce his wife just like that?”

Shaun touched his chin. “Tsk, it looks like Melanie has played a trick on you by persuading you into taking her side.”

“Does she need to persuade me? I’ve seen a lot of dirty tricks used by wealthy families.” Old Madam Hill sighed. “Just like your dad and mom’s divorce, I strongly disapproved of it.”

Shaun took a cigarette. He did not light it right away but played with it first. His brows furrowed deeply, conveying a sense of coldness.

Old Madam Hill let out a sigh. “Today, Melanie told me that it’s Old Master Yule’s birthday next week. She’s planning to invite some relatives and friends to have a meal together. She really hopes that you can make it. If you deny your connections with her at this point, her mom will most probably have to go through with the divorce.”

Shaun pretended to turn a deaf ear to it. He took out a matchbox and playfully lit his cigarette.

“What do you plan on doing? Are you going to attend the celebration?” Old Madam Hill raised her voice out of annoyance. “If you’re not into Melanie, go on a blind date with someone. Anyway, you have to get married this year.”

“I’m going to attend it. Since you’ve made it so clear, I have to go.”

Shaun smiled weakly and rose to his feet. “It’s already late. Have a good sleep.”

“That’s more like it.” Old Madam Hill was finally satisfied with his reply. She then returned to her room to rest.

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Soon, the day of Old Master Yule’s birthday arrived.

He had turned 68, but he did not want to celebrate his birthday on a grand scale. He only hired a well-known chef from overseas and set up several tables in the hotel.