Private Marriage, Secret Love-Chapter 137: New Love’s Laughter

Gwen Sharp never expected Ethan Lancaster to say something like that. She was both shocked and ecstatic, but with Raina Reddington right there, she couldn’t let it show.

Mrs. Sharp’s face was full of joy. Who wouldn’t like a man like him?

Based on first impressions alone, Ethan Lancaster was incredibly appealing. To the older generation, he was the very picture of handsome and dashing.

"Wendy, honestly. You should have introduced him sooner..."

Raina Reddington closed the medical file. ’What would happen,’ she wondered, ’if I exposed all these lies right here, right now?’

Gwen Sharp’s embarrassment would be a given, but she couldn’t imagine how her mother would react.

She had thought that hearing Ethan Lancaster’s definite answer would at least make her heart ache, but it didn’t. Her heart had died completely on the day she had begged pitifully outside his bedroom door while he and Gwen Sharp were inside, enjoying themselves.

Besides, this wasn’t the first time. Wasn’t he Miranda Cameron’s boyfriend before this?

Raina Reddington slipped the pen back into her pocket. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Gwen Sharp assumed it was a member of the hospital staff.

The door was pushed open, and a florist’s employee carrying a huge bouquet of flowers walked straight over to Gwen Sharp. "Are you Miss Sharp?"

"Yes."

"Please sign for this."

Gwen Sharp glanced hesitantly at Ethan Lancaster. She took the flowers and asked, "Who are these from?"

"It’s written on the card. They’re to congratulate your mother on her successful surgery. The sender said he should call you ’sister-in-law’."

’Who else could it be but Ethan Lancaster’s good-for-nothing friends? They were already calling her ’sister-in-law’ at the hospital.’

The florist hadn’t even left when several more people arrived with fruit baskets. Raina Reddington listened as they all called Gwen Sharp "sister-in-law." The private room soon looked like a fruit market, which was truly ridiculous.

’This was most likely Cameron Fairchild’s doing,’ Raina Reddington thought. ’Which means Mrs. Sharp coming to The Second Affiliated Hospital of Mercy Seas for treatment was probably also orchestrated by a mastermind.’

It seemed Cameron Fairchild felt that stabbing her in the heart any number of times wouldn’t be enough. The room was filled with a cloying fragrance that gave her a headache.

She started to walk out, but Mrs. Sharp quickly called after her, "Doctor."

Mrs. Sharp tugged on Gwen Sharp, thinking, ’How can this child be so thoughtless?’ "Quick, give some of the fruit baskets and flowers to the doctor."

Gwen Sharp let out a small gasp and looked hesitantly at Raina Reddington. Raina’s expression was cold as she gave a slight, humorless tug at the corner of her lips. "No, thank you. I don’t accept things that don’t belong to me."

She walked outside and glanced at her watch. It was evening again.

Ethan Lancaster walked out and saw Raina Reddington hurrying away. Gwen Sharp had followed him into the hallway. "Fourth Master, I’m sorry."

He was so irritated he couldn’t even stand to hear her speak. Without bothering to go back into the room to say goodbye, Ethan Lancaster left.

Seth Sinclair had the car waiting at the hospital entrance. After Ethan Lancaster got in, he saw Raina Reddington’s car drive out of the underground parking garage.

He didn’t say where to go, so Seth Sinclair took the initiative and told the driver to follow Raina.

Ethan Lancaster remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on the road ahead. Raina Reddington wasn’t heading home; he knew exactly where she was going without even having to guess.

Partway there, Raina Reddington flicked on her turn signal, hastily parked, and ran into a KFC. A moment later, Ethan Lancaster saw her run out carrying a bag.

Back in her car, Raina Reddington took a couple of bites of a hamburger while driving. She had been starving just a moment ago, but after a few bites, she found it sickeningly greasy. She shoved the rest back into the bag and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

She arrived at the club her GPS had directed her to and parked, but she didn’t get out right away.

Raina Reddington stared blankly at the club’s sign. Fear crept into her heart. She knew searching like this was futile, but if she didn’t search, what else could she do?

She slumped over the steering wheel. ’So tired. I just want to close my eyes for a little while, just for a moment.’

Ethan Lancaster’s car was parked nearby. The men inside sat waiting, but Raina Reddington never got out of her car.

The minutes ticked by. Seth Sinclair turned back to ask for Ethan Lancaster’s instructions. "Fourth Master, should I go over and check on her?"

"No need."

’Maybe she’s starting to hesitate,’ he thought. ’Maybe she finally realizes that she’ll never find Miles Hawthorne this way. So, is she ready to give up?’

If Raina Reddington would just give up, if she would just yield a little, Ethan Lancaster didn’t want things to be like this either.

His eyes were locked on the spot where Raina Reddington was parked, hoping she would turn the car around and leave.

Raina Reddington was woken by the cold air from the car’s AC. Her arms were wrapped around the steering wheel, and her hands were numb. It took a long while for the feeling to return.

She pushed open the car door and got out. Before she could even enter the club, she was stopped.

By now, all the entertainment venues in Stoneworth, big and small, wanted to avoid Raina Reddington like the plague. "Mrs. Lancaster, the person you’re looking for really isn’t here."

"I’m not here looking for someone. I’m here as a customer." Raina Reddington’s tone was perfectly calm. "You’re open for business. You wouldn’t turn a paying customer away, would you?"

"Well... of course not."

Raina Reddington went inside and acted like a regular customer. At first, some people kept an eye on her, but when they saw she wasn’t there to cause trouble, they relaxed.

She had seen Cameron Fairchild’s car in the parking lot earlier, so he was most likely here too. Cameron Fairchild definitely knew Miles Hawthorne’s whereabouts. Perhaps he had even found the place where Miles Hawthorne was currently staying.

Raina Reddington had to find a breakthrough. When this group of men went out, they would certainly take the best private room. Her only hope now was Cameron Fairchild.

Raina Reddington walked back out into the hallway. She had already looked up information on this club and knew where the VIP rooms were.

This time, she wasn’t reckless. The doors to the private rooms had a small glass window that allowed a peek inside. After checking several rooms, Raina Reddington walked to the one at the very end of the long corridor.

Just then, a waiter went in to deliver drinks, and without the door to block the sound, the voices from inside became perfectly clear.

"Mr. Fairchild, has that Mrs. Lancaster of yours been a little quieter lately?"

"Why are you asking me? Go ask the Fourth Master."

Raina Reddington stood at the door. The conversation was a jumble of voices, but she could clearly distinguish Cameron Fairchild’s.

"But the Fourth Master has a new flame recently, so you all better watch yourselves. Be respectful when you see that girl from now on."

"Don’t worry. With the Fourth Master backing her, no one would dare mess with her. But Mrs. Lancaster is so formidable. Would she really tolerate something like this?"

A young woman was sitting in Cameron Fairchild’s lap. She peeled a creamy grape and fed it to him. The man caught it with his mouth, a smirk spreading across his face. "She doesn’t have the time to worry about that right now. Her old flame is still missing, and his mother just died. She’s got her hands full."

"Miles Hawthorne’s mom? How did she die?"

Cameron Fairchild’s smirk became more meaningful. "Probably died of anger because of her own son."

"For real?"

"Who can stand by and watch their own son be humiliated? Besides, the Hawthorne family wasn’t exactly high-class to begin with. That woman was old-fashioned. It’d be a miracle if she didn’t drop dead from anger after seeing those photos."

The person sitting next to Cameron Fairchild sensed the deeper meaning in his words. "Photos? No wonder the Fourth Master lets Mrs. Lancaster run wild. I bet he was the one who had those photos sent over, wasn’t he?"