Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 161

Right next to me, Harry was still yakking away, trying to make small talk with Maxwell in hopes of making a good impression on his future boss. He was gunning for a sweet spot in the company, ideally up in the management.

That way, he could just kick back in the office, soaking up the AC, sipping on afternoon tea, and bossing people around.

"Bro-in-law, back in school I was nabbing scholarships left and right, my teachers always said I was a..." He was in his element, really getting into it, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his leg, and the next thing he knew, he was bolting out of the elevator, slamming right into the guy who was holding his sister's hand.

Martin quickly let go of Rosemary and steadied Harry.

Harry snapped back to reality and whipped around: "Damn it, who the heck kicked me?"

But everyone else in the elevator had this indifferent look on their face, except his parents seemed even more dazed than him: "Haoran, what are you doing? Get back in, the elevator doors are about to close."

Maxwell just reached out and yanked Rosemary, who was standing aside, back in.

No sooner had he pulled her back than the metal doors began to close.

Harry: "??"

He was starting to get a hunch about who might've given him the boot.

He turned and sized up Martin: "What's your deal with my sis?"

Daring to make a move right in front of her bro-in-law.

Martin smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt: "I'm currently pursuing your sister."

"You... with that pretty boy look and what seems like a decent family background, why are you so eager to play the third wheel?"

"Your sister and your brother-in-law are already divorced."

"No way."

If they're divorced, doesn't that mean his cushy, do-nothing job is up in smoke?!

"Don't you read the news?" The elevator arrived, and Martin stepped in, "You coming up or waiting for the next one?"

Harry was busy on his phone looking up Maxwell, too caught up in gaming to bother with the news.

As he scrolled through the headlines about Rosemary's divorce, Harry felt like he'd been smacked in the face with a sledgehammer, so much so that even when they reached their private dining room, he still hadn't quite come to terms with it.

Penny waved him over: "What's with the daze, kiddo? Come sit down and have a good chat with your bro-in-law, spill the beans."

Rosemary caught her aunt's eager look and knew she was up to something: "Auntie, Mr. Templeton and I are divorced now, so Haoran shouldn’t call him brother-in-law anymore; it's awkward for Mr. Templeton."

She said this while Maxwell just looked at her and snorted coldly!

"Divorced?" Penny's face fell, and she turned to her husband.

He shook his head at her, clueless as well.

Harry, feeling utterly deflated, handed over his phone: "Yeah, it's all over the news."

Penny barely glanced at it before she felt like she was gasping for air, and just then, the waiter started bringing out the dishes. As each extravagant delicacy was served on elegant plates, her heart sank even further.

Rosemary, puzzled by everyone's expressions, asked, "Didn't Grandpa like my dad? Why would he want my mom to get an abortion when he found out about me?"

Her gaze was too intense; Penny couldn’t meet her eyes and evasively replied, "Your dad was just a poor guy back then, and your grandpa, a high-level intellectual, it’s normal he didn’t approve. Those are all old stories. I was just dating your uncle then, so I don’t know the details."

Rosemary frowned, still feeling something was off.

Meanwhile, Martin took the crab from her bowl and replaced it with a piece of squirrel fish using his utensils.

His actions were natural, like an old married couple.

Seeing this, a dark shadow passed through Maxwell's eyes, "There’s more on the table; if it’s not enough, you can ask the waiter for another serving. No need to snatch from someone else's bowl."

Following his remark, everyone's attention turned to Martin and the crab he had taken.

Unbothered, Martin offered a faint smile and met his gaze, "Rosemary never eats crab."

The two families had known each other for generations. Being an observant person, Martin remembered this detail from the few meals they had shared, even if he hadn’t paid much attention back then.

Penny: "..."

Maxwell: "..."

Rosemary doesn't dig crab, and Maxwell was totally in the dark about it. I mean, how would he know? They hardly ever grab a bite together unless they're back at the old family house. Plus, with Pearl's health on the fritz, Wendy wouldn't dream of dishing out any of that cold-natured grub.

Back in the day, this convo would've died right there. But now, Martin's raising an eyebrow, throwing it back like, "You didn't know?"