She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 172

Hunter swallowed his bitter frustration. Who on earth had forged that note?

It wasn't that he hadn't suspected Jade, but the handwriting analysis hadn't matched hers at all.

He didn't dare accuse Jade without hard evidence. If he did, Mr. York would only assume it was Quinn who had swapped the watch out of spite.

And if that happened, Hunter wouldn't just be doing manual labor—he'd be thrown in a cell.

"Mr. York, I promise I'll get it right this time. There won't be any mistakes."

Hunter picked up the file, turned, and exited the executive suite.

"Hunter, you must handle this personally. It concerns..."

Miles stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was saying too much.

Regardless, no one could stop him from making Luna his goddaughter.

Even if Quinn gave him attitude, what did it matter?

Noticing the faint upward curve of his boss's lips, as if he was thinking of something pleasant, Hunter took the opportunity to ask, "Boss, if we trace this back to Wesley... should we..."

Miles's expression darkened instantly. "What does he have to do with this? If you think he did it, bring me the proof."

"Right away, Mr. York. I'll let you know the moment I have an update."

As Hunter walked out, he spotted Lynn Reed looking incredibly anxious, dodging the crowd to take a phone call in the hallway.

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he quietly followed her.

He had long suspected Lynn of swapping the smartwatch for a used one, but he simply lacked the proof.

Lynn looked left and right. Seeing no one around, she spoke to Jade on the line.

"Secretary Winter, you're saying Mr. York sent someone to the venue to investigate the microphone issue?"

"I... I'll head over to the Star-Lite Grand Hotel to meet with Wesley right now."

Hunter caught that last sentence perfectly. A sharp glint flashed behind his lenses.

Why was Jade sending Lynn to the Star-Lite Grand Hotel?

If she were nominated, let alone won, her resume would instantly catapult her into the mainstream literary world.

"Right now, I'm just stressed out about Miles trying to force this godfather thing with Luna. He even said he was going to hire a Michelin-starred chef to throw a massive banquet. He wants to invite his entire inner circle. What am I supposed to do?"

Yara had already thought this through. She patted Quinn's shoulder comfortingly.

"There's nothing we can do to stop him from claiming her as his goddaughter."

Yara felt that fighting it was useless and would only draw more of Miles's scrutiny.

Quinn thought of her son, who should have cleanly won the championship, only to have it ruined by Jade's interference.

Miles claimed he would investigate, but what was he actually doing?

He was just giving them lip service. She held no hope for him anymore. He disappointed her every single time, to the point where disappointment had become her baseline.

She had learned to swallow the bitter pills alone. Now, she was terrified that her children would place their hopes in him, only to be crushed.

This suffocating disappointment was something she only wanted to endure alone.