Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589

Soon, Mary arrived, bringing the good news with her.

This time, the person who felt awkward was Claire. Upon seeing Hank’s grandmother, she couldn’t help but shrink back.

After chatting briefly with Cherise, Mary caught sight of someone nearby who she simply couldn’t ignore. “Is this Hank’s mother?”

Claire, who had been trying to shrink into the background, immediately sat up straight when Mary spoke.

She thought to herself, ‘I’ve already survived Clusia, so what’s this little bit of awkwardness?‘ After adjusting her posture, she steeled herself and looked Mary in the eye, replying, “Yes, I am Mrs. Phoebe Chivers. I’m Hank’s mother, and I’m also Cherise’s mother.”

Her words were calm and confident, and with her rare grace and composure, she immediately caught Mary’s attention. “Ah, I see now! Like mother, like son. What a beautiful woman you are! Thank you for bringing such a wonderful pair of children into the world.”

Mary said this as she slowly moved closer to where Claire was sitting. “I’m a straight shooter, and since we’re practically family now, let’s not beat around the bush. I’m curious–have you met a man who suits you these past years?”

Claire, feeling a bit awkward, chuckled nervously and waved her hand. “No, nothing like that. Even if I had the thought, I just don’t have the ability for it. I’ve been lying in bed all these years, and let’s face it, the conditions just aren’t right.” Mary responded with a surprised “Oh!” followed by a somewhat excited expression. “Well, that’s really-”

Realizing she might have said something inappropriate, she quickly covered her mouth and then continued, “Oh no, I mean, that’s really too bad. You’ve had to carry the burden of raising Hank all by yourself these years.”

Claire awkwardly chuckled a couple of times. “It’s not exactly like that. Hank wasn’t really raised by me, more like my best friend took care of him. She’s still in Astamia and didn’t come back with us.

But Hank’s a good kid, we never had to worry much.”

“Well, that’s still your doing.” Mary added, giving her a thumbs up.

Before long, the two women, who had been exchanging words, seemed to hit it off, and they began chatting away, laughing and joking with each other.

*****

When Hank saw the news shared by Morris about Cherise’s pregnancy, he had just come out of the orphanage. When Hank saw the news shared by Morris about Cherise’s pre

Like everyone else, he smiled brightly upon reading it, his youthful energy shining through.

As usual, he casually hopped onto a bike and started pedaling back to the villa in the southern part of the city.

However, halfway through, at the same spot where Lydia’s subordinates had previously caught him, a car and its driver were waiting for him again.

Hank, who had already slammed on the brakes, narrowed his eyes at the black sedan blocking his way. Just as he was about to swerve around it, the car door on the driver’s side opened, and a woman stepped out.

The woman was none other than Stella. “Hello, Hank. Long time no see,” she greeted with a smile.

Hank sighed upon seeing her and showed his annoyance, “How is it you again? No, I should ask, how is it you people from the Walton family again?

“You stopped me here last time too. What, are you planning to pull the same stunt again?”

Stella had no idea about the previous incident when Tristan had ordered Lydia to stop Hank, so she was a bit confused. “What do you mean, last time? I’m not aware of anything, Hank. Is there some sort of misunderstanding?”

years.

I thought he was single, and I stayed single for him, hoping that one day I could stand by his side.

I never expected this, never thought this would be the outcome. Please, Hank, tell me what you want. I will buy it for you.” Stella seemed to have thrown caution to the wind, speaking her heart out, disregarding everything else.

Hank looked at the strange woman in front of him and couldn’t help but mutter, “No wonder Jean told me never to mess with women over forty. They’re terrifying.

“Look, your feelings are your own business, but I really have nothing to say, so thanks, but no thanks.”

With that, Hank quickly turned his bike around, taking advantage of the moment when she was caught off guard, and pedaled toward a gap in the side of the road.

“Hey, hey, wait!” Stella took a few steps after him, but soon stopped, frustrated. She stomped her foot in defeat, then squatted down, her face contorted in apparent distress as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

When the call was answered, she pleaded, “Lance, it’s Stella. Please, I need you to do me a favor.”

After the call, Stella stayed in the car for a long time, brooding in silence.

About an hour later, her phone rang again. The voice on the other end was Lance’s from earlier. “Stella, I’ve got something.

“Arthur’s son just went into a villa at The Southbrook Manor 88, in the southern part of the city. The owner of the villa is named Claire, and she just returned from Astamia not long ago. It seems like they’re mother and son.”