Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 151: Can’t I Rely on Myself?

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Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Can’t I Rely on Myself?

"Miss Nathan, I know what I did before offended you, but this is a blatant attempt to ruin me."

Realizing Cecilia Nathan wasn’t going to help her, Sharon Quincy gave up hope.

"If Miss Quincy hadn’t done anything wrong, how could anyone possibly ruin you?" Thinking of Finn Hawthorne’s fate, Cecilia Nathan’s fingers clenched into a tight fist.

That day, Finn Hawthorne was violated by the men Sharon Quincy hired. For Finn, it was a lifelong humiliation.

If Finn Hawthorne hadn’t died, she had planned to send Sharon Quincy to prison to get justice for him.

But Finn Hawthorne had died.

The most important witness to Sharon Quincy’s crime was gone.

And Walter Wallace took all the blame.

Sharon Quincy got away completely and even regained the trust of Cecilia’s father, Linden Nathan.

’How could there be such a good deal in this world? Committing an evil act and expecting to walk away unscathed.’

"Whether I’ve done anything wrong is my business, Miss Nathan. I have a clear conscience. If you’re determined to send me to jail, then I’ll be waiting." A thought seemed to occur to Sharon Quincy, and her lips curled into a smile. "Godfather still wants me to take care of him in his old age. Miss Nathan, you’re not a devoted daughter to your father, but I am truly sincere toward him, and he feels the same way about me."

After saying this, Sharon Quincy turned and left proudly.

This time, the Hawthorne family’s bodyguards did not stop her.

’In the end, Sharon Quincy was still using Linden Nathan to threaten her.’

Cecilia Nathan’s chest felt as if it were being crushed by a heavy stone, making it hard for her to breathe.

’Sharon Quincy knew exactly how to provoke her.’

Although her relationship with her father had been poor these past few years, Linden Nathan was still her father, after all.

Watching her own flesh and blood be ensnared by someone like Sharon Quincy, Cecilia Nathan felt both furious and ashamed.

"Your dad seems very protective of her." Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes, his tone teasing. "Aren’t you his biological daughter? Why does it look like Sharon Quincy is the real one?"

Cecilia Nathan shot him a cold glance. "I don’t need you to tell me that."

’In truth, while she was angry with Linden Nathan, he was likely just as angry with her.’

’Bringing Miles Sinclair over that day might have struck a nerve with Linden Nathan.’

Just then, a person suddenly burst in through the open main door.

Frances Bennett walked in hurriedly, clutching her purse. She looked around and asked, "Where is that bitch, Sharon Quincy?"

Upon hearing that Sharon Quincy had come to the Hawthorne residence, Frances Bennett had been in the middle of a banquet but left immediately, rushing back.

When she saw Cecilia Nathan, Frances Bennett’s jaw dropped. "Hey, Cecilia, what are you doing here? The butler just told me Sharon Quincy was here. Where is she?"

Frances Bennett had been looking for Sharon Quincy for days. She felt that Linden Nathan agreeing to let Sharon Quincy marry that fool from the Hawthorne family wasn’t enough to quell her anger. She really wanted to confront her face-to-face, but she had just missed her.

"She already left."

"Left?" Frances Bennett’s voice rose. "Does that bitch have the guts to show up but not the guts to stay?"

Just then, the assistant who had followed Frances Bennett in quietly tugged on her sleeve.

"President Bennett, I have some important news. Would you like to step aside and hear it?" After speaking, the assistant subconsciously glanced at Cecilia Nathan, his eyes filled with shock.

As assistants to various executives, secretaries like them had their own important sources of information.

He had just learned about the Sinclair family’s big move. They had suddenly injected one billion in cash flow into the Sutton family.

One had to know that the entire market value of the Sinclair Family, managed by Fiona Sinclair, was only about ten billion. While one billion wasn’t a huge fraction, the Sinclairs rarely invested so much in a company in the same industry.

Moreover, as far as he knew, the Sinclair family had just recently gone to great lengths to sabotage the Sutton family. Why the sudden change of heart, becoming their investor?

Seeing her assistant’s secretive manner, Frances Bennett knew something major must have happened.

"What is it?" Frances Bennett followed her assistant to the side, where he recounted the news about the Sinclair family investing in the Sutton family.

"One billion?" Frances Bennett frowned deeply. "Don’t be fooled by Fiona Sinclair’s age; her mind is sharp. She’s become even more tightfisted as she’s gotten older, spending every penny where it counts. This one billion is definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface."

"And Fiona Sinclair even bought tens of millions worth of gifts to personally apologize to the Sutton family. President Bennett, do you think the Suttons have found a powerful backer? In all of Korsyth, there are very few people who could make Fiona Sinclair deliver a gift in person, let alone to the obscure Sutton family." Frances Bennett’s assistant was also completely baffled.

Frances Bennett narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute. I’ll ask Cecilia."

She strode back into the living room and said to Cecilia Nathan, "That Chloe Sutton is your friend, right? Have they come into some good fortune recently? I heard Fiona Sinclair brought tens of millions in gifts to apologize. I’ve never heard of anything that could make that old crone apologize. Cecilia, has your friend’s family had a massive stroke of luck?"

Hearing that Fiona Sinclair had gone to apologize, Cecilia Nathan’s lips curved into a slight smile.

’Serena Hughes must have told Fiona Sinclair about her identity. It seemed Fiona Sinclair had some sense after all.’

’The Sutton family had suffered a major financial blow. If the Sinclair family could swallow their pride and handle the financial compensation properly, the feud between the two families could be easily resolved.’

Seeing Frances Bennett’s desperate look for an answer, Cecilia Nathan wondered if she should reveal her identity.

’Her identity had already been exposed, so there was no need to hide it anymore.’ 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Actually, I’m..."

"The Sinclair family did it because of Cecilia," Damian Hawthorne said coolly, not directly answering Frances Bennett’s question.

"You’re saying they did it as a favor to Cecilia?" Frances Bennett looked slightly stunned.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe it, but someone like Cecilia Nathan didn’t seem like the type who could make Fiona Sinclair bow her head.

"Cecilia, did you get some leverage on the Sinclair family? Or..." Frances Bennett immediately thought of Hugo Grant.

When the Sutton family was in trouble, the Grant family was the first to offer help.

Thinking again about the Grant family’s attitude toward Cecilia Nathan, Frances Bennett had a sudden realization. "It’s because of the Grant family, isn’t it? That boy Hugo Grant’s mother seems to like you a lot. If the Grants made a move, Fiona Sinclair might just show them that respect."

Cecilia Nathan frowned and was about to object when Frances Bennett’s face gradually turned cold. "Cecilia, dear, there are some things your Auntie needs to remind you of. If you’re going to marry that boy from the Grant family, then you need to stay far away from our Damian. Our Damian may not have the best reputation, but he won’t be picking up someone else’s sloppy seconds."

When she heard the phrase "sloppy seconds," Cecilia Nathan laughed out of sheer anger.

’Frances Bennett was just as narrow-minded as ever.’

"Auntie, in your mind, will I always be a good-for-nothing? You used to think I was leeching off your son, and now you think I’m relying on the Grant family. Can’t I ever rely on myself?"

"Rely on yourself?" Frances Bennett looked her up and down, then covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Child, what are you talking about? What could you possibly rely on? Your looks? Your cooking skills?"

"You’re an orphan, the last of your line. Who else could you possibly rely on?"