Chapter 145
When Vesta heard that Thorne had gone to the Rosses, she didn’t panic.
Given Irma’s close bond with Helena, it was a given that Thorne would be sent to represent her at Helena’s grand 70th birthday bash, especially since Irma couldn’t attend herself. Vesta had been aware of this arrangement for some time.
Still, knowing Thorne was at the Rosses-even if it was on Irma’s orders-didn’t exactly fill her with joy
As word spread that Thorne had skipped their gathering for the Rosses, whispers of trouble in paradise between Vesta and Thorne began to circulate. Vesta addressed the speculation with a cool detachment, “Irma and Helena are thick as thieves. Thorne’s just fulfilling a family obligation by dropping by the Rosses, that’s all.”
There had been rumors for years about the friendly ties between the Rosses and the Hendersons, but with no recent sightings of the two families mingling, most had dismissed it as gossip.
Vesta’s comments appeared to confirm the alliance, sparking curiosity among the guests.
Suddenly, a guest arrived, bearing a gift box towards Vesta and the Spencer clan. “Good evening, Ms. Hawkins, the newcomer greeted. “Mr. Henderson was unexpectedly held up and fears he might not make it back in time. He sent me ahead with this gift as a token of his apologies…” Vesta accepted the gift, nodding her understanding. “Thank you.”
If Helena was indeed a dear friend of Irma’s, it made perfect sense for Thorne to visit the Rosses before joining their own event. Thorne’s thoughtful gesture of sending a gift in advance was a clear sign of his attentiveness and care for Vesta, underscoring the depth of his regard for her. Reflecting on this, the earlier tension dissipated, replaced by smiles and gratitude. Even the Spencers, initially miffed by Thorne’s absence, couldn’t help but soften as Garfield raised his glass in thanks to the assembled guests.
Encouraged by Garfield’s lead, the atmosphere quickly warmed up once again.
Vesta’s earlier displeasure melted away, touched by Thorne’s considerate act. Yet, noticing Granger’s absence, she approached Moran with a question, “Has Granger not returned yet?”
“I’ll give him a call,” Moran offered.
After a brief conversation over the phone, Moran relayed, “Granger had to step out for an urgent matter and sends his apologies.”
Vesta, concerned, inquired further, “Did he mention what the matter was?”
“No, he didn’t,” Moran admitted, his curiosity piqued by a sudden thought. “Could it be related to that person Granger’s been smitten with?”
Vesta’s smile slipped a bit, her tone growing cooler, “He hasn’t brought it up again, and I haven’t pressed the issue.”
“Fair enough,” Moran chuckled, rubbing his chin. “Maybe we’ll just ask him next time, eh?”
Vesta nodded silently in agreement.
Meanwhile, at the Rosses’ head table, Thorne settled into his seat, catching Charlene’s eye. Charlene had indeed looked surprised at his arrival but quickly regained her composure. Noticing his glance, she asked, devoid of emotion, “Is there something you need?” Thorne withdrew his gaze, replying simply, “No, nothing.”