Divorce Time

Chapter 303

After the meeting ended, Charlene picked up her things and headed out of the room. Thorne watched her go, following a few steps behind.

The Ramirez and Watson families shared a close bond, much like Dalton and Hickey, who were quite familiar with each other. As they exited the conference room, Dalton greeted Hickey with a friendly nod.

Charlene, ignoring Dalton, approached Hickey with a polite, “Mr. Watson.”

Hickey chuckled warmly and said, “No need to be so formal all the time. Just call me Hickey”

Charlene nodded, adapting easily, “Hickey.”

Dalton paused, slightly taken aback. If he recalled correctly, the Campbell Watson art exhibit was the first time Charlene and Hickey had met. Even though Hickey had been quite courteous to Charlene, thanks to Stewart’s influence, they didn’t seem particularly close.

Yet now, Hickey not only recognized Charlene immediately but also treated her with the kind of warmth reserved for old family friends. Charlene’s demeanor, though respectful, carried a touch of familiarity, almost as if-

At that moment, Thorne joined them, greeting Hickey with a simple, “Hickey.”

seeing Thorne. The Watsons and the Hendersons weren’t particularly close, and his professional encounters with Thorne had been limited. Hickey had always thought

fact, at that. The news of Charlene marrying Thorne, and them having

at the previous year’s art exhibit, it was plausible they

Thorne took his place beside Charlene Dalton observed this with a furrowed brow. During the meeting, he had noticed Thorne initiating conversation with Charlene. Although he couldn’t hear their exchange, Thorne’s demeanor was unusually gentle, especially considering Charlene’s known opposition to Vesta. And now, here was Thorne, purposefully sitting

frown deepened with each

chatted about various things, Charlene quietly concentrated

was engaged in conversation with others,

her.

the meal was nearly over that Thorne spoke to her, “Minnie starts school soon. Are you planning to take her on her first

lifting her gaze, replied coolly, “I’m busy, won’t

it.” With that, he turned back to his conversation with the

had been watching them closely, realized perhaps he was reading too much into it. Thorne’s interaction with Charlene seemed

meal wound down, Dalton shifted his focus. Then, upon seeing Hickey, he recalled something and quickly texted York, “Did your father know Charlene before your grandfather’s art