Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne) novel Chapter 833

"He knew," Granger said.

His tone left no room for doubt.

Deep down, Moran knew Thorne had to be aware of it all.

He just couldn't believe Thorne had stayed so fiercely devoted to Vesta, fully knowing her connection to Charlene and the dark history between their families.

Ever since Vesta re-entered the picture, Moran had known Thorne cared for her. He just never realized the obsession ran this deep.

Moran didn't voice those thoughts aloud, but Granger could read him like an open book.

After all...

He was thinking the exact same thing.

He hadn't expected Thorne to be so profoundly in love with Vesta either.

In truth, most of the guests had drawn the same conclusion about Thorne's willful ignorance regarding the two women.

It was just that no one had the guts to say it to his face while he was still in the room.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Hawkins family car, the silence was suffocating. No one dared to speak.

Leah Spencer's eyes were still red, her mind racing with panic. She wanted to break the tension, but one look at their grim faces kept her mouth firmly shut.

Vesta kept her head bowed, staring blankly at her phone.

Finally, Maureen broke the silence. "Has Thorne messaged you yet?"

Vesta shook her head wordlessly.

Maureen's gaze darkened.

Georgina Spencer and Katie Hawkins were completely oblivious to the night's disaster. In high spirits, they greeted the returning group with warm smiles. "You're back!"

Before anyone could answer, Katie pressed on. "Did Dr. Lucas give a definite answer about taking Vesta under his wing?"

Maureen shook her head, about to break the bad news. Just then, Henley Hawkins's car pulled up to the entrance. A maid greeted him as he stepped out. "Mr. Hawkins, a package arrived for you this evening."

Henley was already in a foul mood, and the mention of a delivery only deepened his frown.

He never ordered anything online.

He was about to brush it off until he noticed the official seal of the court on the envelope. He froze, then snatched it from the maid and ripped it open.

The moment he read the contents, all the color drained from his face.

Maureen, equally exhausted and irritated, hadn't cared about the package. But seeing his horrified expression, she frowned and walked over. "What's—"

The words died in her throat as she caught sight of the document. "Is this... a court summons?"