Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 41

Chapter 9

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The eyes looked familiar. But that girl was a mess. No way she was Mrs. Hartwell.

He shook his head.

The manager called Jon. “Sir. We’ve been looking all day. Can’t find her.”

Jon was watching Tiffany dance for his grandmother. He frowned, irritated.

“Fine. Stop looking. She wants to spend Christmas alone? Let her.”

He hung up.

His grandmother glanced at him. “Jon. There’s a limit. How many women have you dragged through here, trying to ‘train’ her?”

“Your parents had a sham marriage, both of them worse than each other. Don’t learn

from them.”

“Evelyn made scenes because she actually loves you. Her family’s helped us more than

you know. You don’t treat her like this.”

A sigh. “You’re not kids anymore. I want great-grandchildren.”

Jon had been feeling off lately. Uneasy.

His grandmother’s words made him chew his lip. He looked at Tiffany on the makeshift

stage.

Soft body. Lots of tricks.

He decided: one last round, then settle down with Evelyn.

“I know what I’m doing, Grandma.”

At dinner, he thought about Evelyn.

Evelyn hated the cold.

Was she okay out there?

The unease came back. Stronger.

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Chapter 10

Jon still wouldn’t sign.

Messages everywhere. Calls. Texts. All day.

I blocked him on everything.

Alex’s face was stone. “Fine. If words don’t work, we do it the other way.”

Two weeks later, Hartwell Industries was crashing.

Jon’s dad had four affairs exposed. Scandals everywhere.

His mom got caught embezzling. Police investigation.

Alex teamed up with every small company Jon’s family had ever crushed. They burned them together.

Even if it cost them, they made sure Hartwell paid.

The ‘great dynasty’ crumbled.

The day Jon’s mom was sentenced, his grandmother ended up in the ICU.

That same day, my divorce papers arrived at their door.

Jon’s voice was shaking when he begged to see me one last time.

Alex wasn’t taking any chances, he brought eight bodyguards just to let me walk into that meeting.

Jon looked wrecked, Gaunt. Hadn’t even bothered to shave.

But the second he saw me, his eyes lit up.

“Evie. You’re okay?” His voice was hoarse,

I touched my arm. “Getting there.”

He nodded, relief flooding his face. “Good. That’s… that’s good.”