The Billionaire Heir Fell for the Wrong Girl (Hathaway Whitmore) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 100

Chapter 106

The next day, the mursing home called. Sylvia had suddenly lost her mind and didnt recognize any athway rachell run through her, like she’d been plunged into an icy abyss.

She rushed to the nursing home and was met with her mother’s vacant, unfamiliar gaze Sylvia didn’t recognize her own daughter.

Hathaway’s heart collapsed, and she was on the verge of breaking down. “Let’s go home?

“We’re going home right now.” Hathaway insisted.

Without caring about anything else. Hathaway reached out to help Sylvia, determined to take her mother away from thane immediately.

Sylvia seemed unwilling to be touched. She suddenly raised her hand, her nails raked across Hathaway’s hand, drawing several bloody red lines instantly.

“Hey, Hathaway, are you alright?” Celeste rushed over and found Hathaway completely losing it right in front of her

Just then, Hathaway’s phone rang.

It was Aurelia calling.

They’d agreed to go to Zoliwand today to discuss a contract.

It was time to go.

“Hathaway, you should go. Don’t push Sylvia. Focus on your work for now,” Celeste said, her voice steady despite her own anxiety.

She gently wrapped her arms around Sylvia, soothing her with soft strokes on her back. “You need to keep it together more than Sylvia right now.”

Hathaway leaned against the hallway wall, pressing her forehead. She didn’t want to work anymore,

What’s the point of any of this? Hathaway thought.

“Hathaway, go ahead. I’ll take care of things here, Celeste said softly.

Celeste kept speaking gently, and to her surprise. Sylvia, who had been so agitated moments ago, gradually calmed down her gaze becoming less distant.

Hathaway lowered her hand, fighting back tears. “Celeste, thank you for looking after Mom. Please stay with her the whole time. I won’t be gone long,”

“Don’t worry, Celeste replied softly.

Aurelia and the driver were already waiting outside.

Hathaway got into Aurelia’s car, and they pulled away.

The car had been driving for over an hour, and Hathaway had been zoning out in the back seat the whole time.

She wanted to turn around and head straight back to the nursing home, forget about work, and not care about anything else

Outside the window, rolling green hills rushed by

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Through the glass, Hathaway spotted an ancient durch hidden in the mist halfway up the moun She her daze. “Where are we?”

A mountain near Zoliwand, Aurelia replied.

Hathaway asked, “Is this church supposed to be magical or something?

“It’s not a big or famous church, but people say it really works, I have a relative who prayed there for a baby, and she p pregnant not long after Aurelia added.

“Stop the carl Hathaway blurted out. Sir, pull over!”

As soon as the car stopped, she pushed open the door and turned to Aurelia Tm skipping the meeting today. Handle i me, and pick me up when you’re done.”

Aurelia besitated. This client was really important. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Hathaway said coldly, “Missing one deal isn’t going to kill Whitmore Group. Do your best.”

Aurelia could only bite the bullet and handle the client for Hathaway.

Hathaway’s thin, solitary figure turned away and headed down toward the base of the mountain

The wind chased dry leaves in circles around her feet as she lifted her gaze to the church above, and for the first time, she found herself wanting to believe in something this once.

The mountain air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of grass and trees.

Hidden amid the thick forest haze, the church echoed with the missionary’s soft, spreading song.

Hathaway bowed each time he took a step up the stairs.

With each step, she silently made a wish in her heart, and before she realized it, her tears had already wet her clothes.

She pried for Sylvia, who suddenly couldn’t recognize her own daughter, and for the shaky Whitmore Group Hathaway found herself, for the first time ever, wanting to believe in something higher.

A light rain began to fall.

After bowing her way up more than a hundred stone steps, Hathaway finally stood before the ancient church, quiet and nearly deserted, with only a faint trace of incense lingering in the air.

Her hair was tangled and drenched, sweat and rain mixing as they seeped into the cut on her brow

The church gate was half open, and the soft sound of chanting drifted out.

Hathaway entered, closed her eyes, and pressed her palms together.

At that moment, her heart was filled with nothing but desperate prayers.

She begged to bless Sylvia with health, to keep her safe from illness and disaster.

She pleaded for the Whitmore family to find peace and stability, and for their business to flourish

She kept whispering those prayers over and over, her mind drifting in a daze.

After what felt like forever, an elderly woman walked over. “Are you here to draw a fortune slip and pray for blessings?”

Her gaze dropped, and only then did she notice Hathaway’s forehead glistening with sweat.

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Hathaway voice was choked with emotion. “I don’t want a fortune dip I want God

Would you like to have your fortune read?” the woman asked.

“No, I don’t want my fortune read” Hathaway replied.

When Hathaway was little, Conrad took her to see a fortune teller

After checking her birth chart, the fortune-teller refused to take any money; instead, he handed her a wad offrash, while made Conrad furious.

Thinking of her father, Hathaway opened her tear-stained eyes, her voice rough “I want my family to be safe and sound

The old woman nodded, recognizing in Hathaway’s expression yet another young soul deeply burdened by busin

Recalling that there was someone else in the shrine seeking answers about a dream, she quietly tiptoed away

Hathaway remained standing.

Suddenly, everything went black, and she slumped forward at the feet of the statue

Just then, a pair of strong arms steadied her and lifted her into an embrace.

Through her haze, Hathaway glimpsed Jeremiah’s face.

Jeremiah, Hathaway murmured, her lips barely moving, “Why don’t you die already?”

If you were gone, maybe my family could finally catch a break, she thought bitterly.

Jeremiah froze for a moment.

Back then, she would call him “Jeremiah so softly, her voice full of warmth.

Later, she became distant, her voice polite and cold when she called his name.

And now, all that was left was a single, bitter line, hissed out through gritted teeth. Jeremiah, why don’t you drop dead already?”

Outside, the shadows of the trees danced, and the room was dim. Jeremiah’s gaze lingered on Hathaway’s forehead before he finally looked away.

A young woman entered the room, and Jeremiah, expressionless, said. “Could you please help her change?”

He stepped outside and only came back in after she’d finished changing

Jeremiah saw Hathaway lying on the bed, her forehead bandaged. She was sleeping quietly, the old, dusty blanket tucked up to her small chin, Even in sleep, her brows were furrowed.

Jeremiah stood by the bed for a long time, watching her.

She was almost a stranger to him now.

What happened to the Whitmore family? Jeremiah wondered.

He made a call. Find out what’s been going on with the Whitmore family lately

It didn’t take long for the call to come back,

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