Jasmine woke up later that morning. As the horrific memories of the previous night came rushing back, she immediately grabbed her phone.
A second later, she dropped it onto the mattress, her lips pulling into a tight pout as she retreated under the covers.
Latonia pushed the door open. Seeing the girl awake, she asked gently, "Do you want to get washed up and head downstairs for breakfast?"
Jasmine just stared at the ceiling, completely mute.
Reading the heartbreak in the girl's eyes, Latonia offered a lifeline. "Your mom texted me this morning to check on you."
Jasmine shot up like a rocket. "What did she say?"
Latonia smiled warmly. "She asked if you were feeling any better, and if you managed to sleep."
She handed over her own phone.
Jasmine practically snatched it.
Charlene's message was brutally brief—just two short lines confirming exactly what the nanny had said.
...It was so impersonal.
Jasmine stared at the screen for a long time, the silence stretching out.
"Minnie?" Latonia probed gently.
She had expected the text to cheer the girl up, but Jasmine looked anything but happy.
Shoving the phone back into Latonia's hands, Jasmine's voice cracked. "Why couldn't she just text me directly?"
"You were fast asleep, sweetie. She didn't want to wake you, but she was still worried..."
Jasmine ignored the excuse. Throwing off the blankets, she slipped on her shoes. "Where is he?"
It took Latonia a second to realize she meant Thorne.
"The Butler said he left for a business trip before dawn." Noticing the dark cloud settling over the girl, Latonia quickly added, "He left a note just for you, though."
She pointed to the adjacent desk.
A bright sticky note was plastered right in the center.
Jasmine walked over, her father's sharp, familiar handwriting jumping out at her.
*Dad had a sudden work emergency. They have that river rafting course here you've been begging to try. Have Latonia bring you over later and we'll go?*
Reading the bribe, her frown only deepened.
"Should I have someone book the tickets?" Latonia asked tentatively.
The whole world now knew her as the despicable homewrecker who tore apart Charlene and Thorne's marriage.
The comments were a vicious, never-ending stream of hate aimed squarely at their family.
Unable to stomach the cruelty, Vesta quickly closed the app.
Leah lingered a bit longer. Just as the toxic comments pushed her to her breaking point and she reached to close the tab, she noticed something incredible.
"The posts are disappearing!" she cried out, pure elation in her voice. "The trending topics are completely wiped out!"
Vesta and Maureen froze.
Maureen and Georgina instantly connected the dots. "Did Thorne do this?"
"He has to be!" Leah beamed.
A fragile spark of hope fluttered in Vesta's chest.
Maureen turned to her. "Did Thorne message you back?"
Vesta had been desperately watching her screen for hours.
The light in her eyes died. "No."

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The readers' comments on the novel: Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne)
Well cockroaches it seems you've reached your final destination at which your nasty colony will be destroyed! Way to go Stewart!!!...
Now ı want to know how Thorne will stay silent with her daughter there and people talking bad about her mother....
Oh god! It's getting super boring and dragging. Lost all the interest now. A warning to new readers, avoid reading this....
761 chapters and they still couldn't divorce...
Is the universe against the divorce now?...
It is now mind numbing excruciating and irritating in the Chinese version where Thorne is ambiguous and now openly again intimate with Vesta, she leans and mutters sweetly holding his arm! And her clan are viciously demeaning Charlene while Thorne is within hearing distance. There is no justice no reparations for Charlene. Utter disheartening this novel is now...
Thorne must have bashed his head somewhere....
Chapters 480 and on are repeat from previous chapters. What's up with that? Time to stop reading this novel....
Thanks for the update. Keep them coming please!...
Any hope for Vesta being brain-dead?...