Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne) novel Chapter 437

Quintin knew Irma as well.

After greeting Irma, Quintin’s gaze shifted to Charlene, and she offered a warm smile. “You must be Charlene?”

It was Charlene’s first time meeting Quintin. She replied respectfully, “Yes, that’s me.”

Quintin nodded, clearly pleased. “You’re a striking young woman.”

Before coming to the hospital, Quintin had already been briefed about Sybil’s condition. Still, she didn’t rush to propose any specific treatment. Instead, she planned to observe Sybil a bit longer and get a clearer picture before making any decisions.

Charlene and Helena had intended to stay by Sybil’s side the whole time and, as a gesture of gratitude, invite Quintin out for lunch. But Quintin waved them off, asking them to head home for now. She’d update them as soon as she had a treatment plan.

“As for lunch,” Quintin said, glancing at Charlene with a smile, “there’ll be plenty of chances in the future. No need to rush.”

With Quintin making herself clear, Charlene and Helena had no choice but to leave.

After leaving the hospital, Charlene returned to work at the office, while Irma accompanied Helena back to the Ross residence.

That evening, Charlene came back to the Ross home for dinner, and Irma was still there.

Shortly after the meal, as Irma was getting ready to leave, she looked at Charlene, gave her hand a gentle pat, and sighed.

Irma knew about Charlene and Thorne’s recent trip to city hall to finalize their divorce. Since they’d made up their minds, there was no point in trying to talk them out of it. Besides, even if she wanted to interfere, some people simply wouldn’t listen.

And maybe, just maybe, starting over after the divorce would be the best thing for Charlene.

With that thought, Irma said softly, “Take good care of yourself.”

Charlene nodded. “I will. Please take care of yourself, too.”

Irma returned to the old mansion. As she stepped into the foyer, she spotted an unexpected guest sitting in the main hall and paused. “What are you doing back here?”

Thorne turned halfway in his seat to look at her. “You yelled at me out of the blue yesterday. I figured you must be missing me, so I came by to see you.”

The old lady gave a huff and turned to the butler. “When did he get here?”

Even though Charlene had managed to get Quintin to look after Sybil, if the illness was truly severe, there was a chance that not even Quintin could help.

Thorne’s gaze dropped. He replied quietly, “I know now.”

His voice was flat, his face calm, showing not even a flicker of surprise.

The old lady simmered with frustration. Thorne’s indifference toward Charlene was as obvious as ever. He knew all about the bad blood between the Ross and Hawkins families, but still—

The more she thought about it, the more her chest ached.

Jasmine looked up. “Hasn’t Grandma been sick for a long time?”

She remembered, even as a little girl, her mother had told her that Grandma was ill and needed to stay at the hospital.

“Your grandma’s come down with something new,” the old lady explained to Jasmine. She didn’t spare Thorne a glance, her tone frosty. “From now on, if you want to make your own decisions, don’t bother telling me. Just go.”