Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 467 - 466: Harassed by Petty People 3

Everyone was anxious, yet they couldn’t rush her, so they had to sit down and listen to her continue.

"I have read Mr. Hawthorne’s fortune. It’s a typical long life of wealth and nobility. Even if his bed’s direction clashed with the prized land, it shouldn’t have made him ill to such a severe degree without a discernible cause."

Rosie Rowan frowned, her eyes shifting with obvious discomfort as she questioned urgently, "Why should we believe what you’ve predicted?"

Tiana Thorne leaned lazily back into the sofa, stretching briefly, then picked up a teacup from the coffee table, slowly caressing it, her thumb coming to rest on the clasp.

"This should be Mr. Hawthorne’s usual teacup."

Upon hearing this, the Hawthorne family was taken aback, their eyes filled with an intense heat.

There were four teacups on the table, all identical. Only the Hawthorne family knew which teacup belonged to Heath Hawthorne. Even when placed together, they couldn’t differentiate it, so they positioned his teacup facing inward.

Yet Tiana Thorne recognized the patriarch’s teacup with just a single touch.

This small detail alone shook everyone, transforming their initial disbelief into complete trust.

Claire Kane nodded, "Yes, that’s my husband’s teacup."

"His features are strong, with three subtle moles on his face, all signs of good fortune. However, during his youth, he suffered an accident and lost an arm while saving someone, which increased his blessings and brought him closer to people, but also attracted malevolent influences."

Malevolent influences...

Serena Hawthorne turned pale, instinctively looking around with a hint of fear.

"When I mention malevolent influences, I refer to devious people. Mr. Hawthorne has a fate of encountering such individuals."

Claire Kane murmured, "Devious people..."

"His ancestors for three generations were poor farmers who committed no wrongdoing, thus accumulating good fortune for him. Even if he doesn’t indulge in feng shui or build such a mansion on prized ground, he’ll live without concerns."

She paused briefly, looking toward Cindy Sloane, then continued, "Should one endure the earlier poverty without resorting to theft or deceit, good fortune truly aligns with him at the birth of the first child, leading to future success afterward."

Cindy Sloane’s face suddenly turned pale, unwilling to accept any of it, "How could it be... My mother taught him feng shui, that’s what changed his fate..."

"Feng shui can indeed improve luck but cannot change destiny. Mr. Hawthorne’s fate is his own to control, and your mother merely recognized this and sought personal favor," Tiana explained.

Cindy Sloane refused to believe, "How could it be, you speak nonsense..."

Using fortune-telling, Tiana persuaded her, "Originally by twenty, Mr. Hawthorne could have been thriving. Unfortunately, you two didn’t keep your first child. Until Keith Hawthorne was born, fortune came, everything fell into place. If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Hawthorne met Yana Sloane the same month Keith was born."

"Mom, older brother had another child before?" Serena Hawthorne was shocked.

Keith Hawthorne also looked at her, seeking confirmation.

Claire Kane nodded, "Yes, back then the family was too poor, couldn’t maintain nutrition and it was lost..."

She spoke, her eyes gradually growing incredulous, "The first child is a painful memory for your father and me, unspoken for so many years. Miss Tiana, you can even predict this..."

"As long as it’s happened, whether good or bad, I can predict it all. This was always Mr. Hawthorne’s fate, unrelated to others. Yana merely took advantage," Tiana said.

Tiana withdrew her gaze, slowly looking toward Rosie Rowan, whose face had turned ashen, "Mr. Hawthorne is gentle, which allowed the devious to take advantage. If he escapes this disaster, keeps away from such people, he’ll surely enjoy long life and ongoing fortune."

When speaking of devious people, she was looking at Rosie, so...

Rosie shook her head in panic, tears of fear welling in her eyes, "I’m not devious, I, I, I..."

Unable to argue with Tiana, she turned her gaze toward Claire Kane, "Aunt, I’m your niece, I often come over to accompany you, regard you as family, how could I be devious?"

"Miss Tiana..."

Tiana interrupted her leisurely, "Mrs. Hawthorne, don’t be quick to feel sorry, wait till I explain the reasons before deciding how to view your niece!"

Everyone fell silent, internally already believing in Tiana Thorne’s abilities.

Just as she was about to continue, Isaac Ford approached with a cup of tea.

He reached out, placed it in front of her, and lifted the lid without saying a word.

This scene was particularly painful to Rosie’s eyes.

He cared for Tiana Thorne so much that he poured her water...

This detail demonstrated his deep affection for her.

Rosie’s inner jealousy festered wildly, tears suddenly streaming down, knowing that if Isaac found out the truth, it would be even less likely for him to favor her...

What to do?

Tiana Thorne lightly curled her lips, her dimples appealing and sweet at this moment, sipped a little, and touched her small fang, "Thank you, Isaac~"

He didn’t respond, just for a brief moment, his ice-cold expression softened.

Then Tiana Thorne continued, "Mr. Hawthorne isn’t sick at all, but was poisoned with a chronic toxin."

Everyone was startled by her claim.

Keith Hawthorne clenched his fists, his gaze turned icy. After a long moment, he constrained his temper, asking in a quiet tone, "Do you know who it is?"

Tiana, playing with the teacup, slowly parted her lips, "Rosie."

Claire Kane’s eyes twisted in pain as she muttered, "How could it be, that girl I’ve watched grow up."

Rosie anxiously said, "Yes, Aunt, I treat you and Uncle so well, how could I harm you?"

Though Serena believed in Tiana, she couldn’t accept Rosie being the poisoner.

Keith furrowed his brow, "Miss Tiana, doctors haven’t found any evidence of poisoning in my father..."

"Naturally, because it’s a consumable drug. By conventional standards, it’s not toxic, but Mr. Hawthorne’s age, it’s unsuitable for consumption. Long-term use causes chest tightness, depression, anxiety, emotional instability, among other adverse effects."

Claire Kane stared blankly, recalling that Heath Hawthorne indeed exhibited these symptoms.

"It’s an anti-depression, anti-anxiety medication, an overdose. Even depressive and anxious patients deteriorate, for a healthy person, it shatters his wellbeing. Overall, Mr. Hawthorne isn’t ill."

Claire Kane murmured, "Not ill..."

Tiana nodded, setting down the teacup, "What Mr. Hawthorne can’t control are his emotions, a continuous inner turmoil. Unable to alleviate inner troubles, subconsciously choosing sleep. Due to the medication, he experiences habitual fainting and brain hypoxia, leading to his current state."

Having heard this, Claire Kane tightly gripped her thigh, looking at her niece in disbelief. Had Mr. Chen not found his son, she almost couldn’t have accepted what Tiana Thorne said.