Charlene finished up at work, left the research center, and returned home. When she finally checked her phone, she saw that Thorne hadn't replied to her message until more than an hour after she'd left for the center.

His reply to the text she'd sent before heading out was nothing more than a curt, "Okay."

Maybe it was because he'd already missed one of their meetings; apart from that single word, he hadn't called her once in the past two weeks.

In contrast, Jasmine had phoned her four or five times in the last ten days.

With this in mind, Charlene typed out a quick message to Thorne: *"I'm done for the day. I'm free on Monday."*

She sent it and, after waiting a while with no response, gave up and set her phone aside.

As for the missed calls from Jasmine... Charlene figured Jasmine probably just missed her and didn't have anything urgent to say.

With that thought, she decided not to return the call.

It had been nearly two weeks since Charlene last visited Sybil in the hospital.

After taking a shower and having breakfast, she headed to the hospital with her family to see Sybil.

seemed to be steadily improving. Charlene,

the shoulder. "No need to thank

Charlene and Helena took the elevator down. Just as

a second at the sight of them,

however, looked far

up the subject of divorce, rumor had it that Charlene

to Thorne's business trip. Everyone assumed that once Thorne was back last Monday, the two would finalize everything without

a disappearing act at the

off at night, refusing

was deliberately dodging them, hoping to run out the

they hadn't even realized what Charlene was up to. They only

this, Leah shot Charlene a sharp

look was

with a cool, indifferent look of

to dare glare back. Georgina's expression darkened, but before she could say anything, Leah exploded, "You—!”

calm but firm, and Leah understood: Vesta

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