Divorce Time

Chapter 267

Vesta paused for a moment, then replied warmly, “No worries, if you’ve got something going on, focus on that.”

Granger nodded in agreement.

After Vesta drove off, he got into his own car. Instead of starting the engine right away, he pulled out his phone, looked up Charlene’s number, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed it.

Charlene was still at the office. Seeing his call, she picked up casually, “Mr. Harden?”

Granger was about to speak but paused when he heard the noise in the background on her end. He swallowed his words and asked, “Still at work this late?”

“Yeah,” Charlene replied. She assumed Granger’s call at this hour must be personal. “I’m free tomorrow. What’s Daisy planning?”

Granger fell silent.

Charlene, not hearing a response, prompted, “Mr. Harden?”

He knew how busy her week had been. It was past nine, and she was still working late hours. Without needing to ask, he could tell she was exhausted.

Jasmine had gone back to the Henderson family, and Charlene couldn’t be with her own child tomorrow. Yet here he was, asking her to spend time with someone else’s child. It felt too harsh.

“If you’re tired, take a break this week. We can reschedule,” he finally said.

Charlene didn’t feel overly tired. “It’s fine, let’s stick to tomorrow.”

Granger hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed, “Alright.”

Meanwhile, as the Henderson family finished dinner and left the diner, they ran into the Ramirez family.

each

acknowledged Thorne with a nod,

returned the gesture, “Mr.

up

nodded back, saying,

seeing the Henderson family, Dalton’s gaze swept over them. He realized he recognized everyone present. There was no unfamiliar face who might be

her?

back into their car and headed to the hospital to visit

with Irma. Thorne and the others returned to the family home. As

keys, replying, “It’s in

as he

“What are you getting?”

Terence hesitated.

“Nothing important.”

outside to grab Vesta’s

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go

holding a few notebooks. They did have “CC’s” signature, but it wasn’t the kind of autograph he wanted.

was he, ing for a signed poster, you know, something I can hang on the

replied dryly, “That’s not

wanted to hang

knowing

knew it was a firm no and didn’t push the issue further. Still, having his idol’s signature was enough to make him happy, and he quickly texted