Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne) novel Chapter 485

To avoid drawing any suspicion, Vesta Hawkins did her best to act like everything was normal, throwing herself into the conversation with Thorne Henderson, Granger Harden, and Moran Albright as if nothing was amiss.

That evening, when Vesta got home, Leah Spencer and Georgina Spencer were sitting on the couch, chatting.

As soon as Vesta walked in, Leah, munching on a slice of watermelon, turned her head and asked, “Hey, sis, did the old woman from the Henderson family wake up yet?”

Vesta shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Really? Is there any idea when she’ll come around?”

Again, Vesta shook her head.

Hearing this, Leah and Laverne Hawkins both frowned.

They’d already heard about Irma Henderson’s sudden illness not long after she was rushed into the emergency room.

Thorne had told Vesta almost immediately that, because of Irma’s condition, he’d decided to delay the divorce with Charlene Ross.

Divorce isn’t exactly a pleasant subject, and with Irma so seriously ill, it wouldn’t look good for Thorne and Charlene to be rushing into it. So, the fact that Thorne wanted to postpone things made sense to everyone.

Still, understanding was one thing—being happy about it was another.

If Irma hadn’t gotten sick, Thorne would have finished up his business and, within a few days, he and Charlene could have finalized the divorce.

But now that Irma still hadn’t regained consciousness, no one knew how long the divorce would be put off.

Rhoda, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. She patted her daughter’s head and smiled. “Whether the old lady wakes up tomorrow or next week, it doesn’t really matter. With Thorne’s feelings for Vesta, it’s only a matter of time before they get married. This whole thing is just a temporary setback. Honestly, you’re more anxious than the people involved.”

Seeing Vesta looking unwell, Maureen simply assumed she was tired and let it go.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town—

Charlene was packing up her things, getting ready to leave the office, when Stewart Ferguson knocked and stepped inside. He handed her several gold-embossed invitations and smiled. “Preparations for the anniversary celebration are pretty much set. These are some of the invitations I put aside for you.”

Charlene took them with a smile. “Thanks, Stewart.”

He waved her off. “No need for thanks. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Oh, I also had invitations sent over to the Henderson Group. I figured…”

Charlene nodded, still smiling. “It’s okay. I understand, Stewart.”