Chapter 216
Raymond’s lost, hollow gaze didn’t escape Joanna’s notice for a second.
Her eyes flashed with bitterness and jealousy.
She had considered every angle, but never imagined that wretched Celestine would actually survive.
Those two smugglers she’d bribed had been shot dead on the spot–no witnesses, no proof left behind.
She wasn’t worried about Celestine dredging up the past about that night at the docks.
But Chester’s attitude lately had grown harder to read.
Sometimes, it almost seemed like he really did love Celestine.
Joanna could never allow that to happen.
Celestine, who’d once been crushed beneath her heel, would be forced down again–Joanna would make sure she watched every moment of her own defeat.
Joanna gently took Raymond’s small hand in hers. “Raymond, sweetheart, your mom just got back and she’s going to be very busy. Remember you promised to support her career? The first step is to be a quiet, well–behaved boy and try not to disturb her too much. Women on the rise in their careers need space, and interruptions can hold them back.”
Raymond nodded, only half understanding, hope shining in his eyes. “Miss Sinclair, do you think Mom will ever forgive me?”
Noticing the shift in what Raymond called her, Joanna masked her annoyance with a soft smile. “Of course. You’re such a good boy, Raymond. A little misunderstanding won’t change the bond between you and your mom. Sometimes, a bit of distance is a beautiful thing. When you see her again, she’ll miss you even more.”
She reached out and gently ruffled both children’s hair.
Raymond beamed, his face lighting up.
Celia sidled closer to Joanna, tugging at her sleeve. “Miss Joanna, are you really busy with your work right now?”
“I suppose you could say that.” Joanna’s voice was gentle and understanding, “Are
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you worried about bothering me, Cella?”
Cella hesitated, nodding, then shaking her head.
Lately, she’d visited Miss Sinclair often, but just as Joanna had said, sometimes her messages would go unanswered.
“It’s really fine. Even if I’m busy, I’m always happy when I see your messages. I’m not like your mother–I don’t have children, and I don’t plan to, so I truly enjoy spending time with you both.” Joanna pulled the two children close.
Relief washed over Celia’s face.
Thank goodness.
Miss Joanna didn’t dislike her.
And she didn’t plan to have kids herself, so she’d never take away what belonged to Celia and her brother.
Those nasty rumors outside were just that–rumors.
Celia hugged Joanna’s waist, nuzzling up to her. “You’re the best, Miss Joanna.”
Raymond lingered behind his sister, happy as well, but not quite bold enough to be so affectionate.
Joanna’s gentle expression never wavered.
Inside, she was laughing coldly.
These two little fools, so ready to believe anything.
Even if they did become the heirs to the Fordham family, they’d be tossed out in an instant.
Once she became Mrs. Fordham, her first order of business would be to have children of her own.
And then, get rid of Celestine’s foolish kids for good.
A glint flickered across Joanna’s face as her hands stroked the children’s hair even more tenderly.
That’s when Chester walked in and saw the scene.
For a moment, he was disoriented.
He’d always pictured Celestine standing there with their children.
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But where was she now?
He asked the question aloud.
Celia answered first, “Mom left suddenly–she’s busy with her work!”
“Her work?” Chester echoed, puzzled.
Raymond quickly added, “She went back to her job. She’s really busy now.”
Chester’s guilt twisted into anger.
How could she still be thinking about work at a time like this?
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