To avoid drawing any suspicion, Vesta Hawkins did her best to act like everything was normal, throwing herself into the conversation with Thorne Henderson, Granger Harden, and Moran Albright as if nothing was amiss.

That evening, when Vesta got home, Leah Spencer and Georgina Spencer were sitting on the couch, chatting.

As soon as Vesta walked in, Leah, munching on a slice of watermelon, turned her head and asked, "Hey, sis, did the old woman from the Henderson family wake up yet?"

Vesta shook her head. "Not yet."

"Really? Is there any idea when she'll come around?"

Again, Vesta shook her head.

Hearing this, Leah and Laverne Hawkins both frowned.

They'd already heard about Irma Henderson's sudden illness not long after she was rushed into the emergency room.

Thorne had told Vesta almost immediately that, because of Irma's condition, he'd decided to delay the divorce with Charlene Ross.

it wouldn't look good for Thorne and Charlene to be rushing into it. So, the fact that Thorne wanted to postpone

understanding was one thing-being happy

would have finished up his business

days, he and Charlene

still hadn't regained consciousness, no one knew how long the divorce would be put

or next week, it doesn't really matter. With Thorne's feelings for Vesta, it's only a matter of time before they get married. This whole thing is just a temporary setback. Honestly, you're more

then grinned. "You're

huffed and added, "I just can't stand that snake Charlene still

up these things, Vesta would always remain calm, acting as if nothing could possibly shake the bond between her and

But now...

lowered her eyes, staying quiet. It was only after they finished that she said softly, "I'm

anything off about her. Hearing Vesta say she was tired, she

Spencer, however, caught the slight change in

some “truths” about Charlene in the parking lot, Maureen had noticed something off about her, too. But since Vesta hadn't wanted to talk about it-ando Maureen

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