Chapter 192: Chapter 192

He continued, "I can’t swear to other things, but your sister-in-law and Marcus Vance barely have any contact. Even if she did want to cheat, it wouldn’t be with Marcus, right? After all, doesn’t everyone know about the relationship between you and Marcus? But someone is deliberately sending messages to mislead you, what does that indicate?"

"Go find Austin White." Desmond Fairchild’s voice was slightly low, his gaze fixed on the phone broken into pieces on the ground, his expression increasingly dark.

"I’m on it." Quentin Jennings found Desmond Fairchild’s SIM card from the debris, then left.

After he left, Desmond Fairchild rubbed his temples and sat in the office chair. The image of that photo resurfaced in his mind, and the anger that had dissipated earlier returned once more.

Even if it was a misunderstanding, isn’t she willing to explain it clearly herself?

He was at a loss about what to do with Seraphina Sinclair. Knowing it was a misunderstanding, yet she didn’t think to explain or seek reconciliation. Does she really care about their relationship?

In contrast, Seraphina Sinclair was so angry that her face turned red, and if Marcus Vance weren’t there, her eyes would probably be red around the rims.

The feeling of being misunderstood, she had experienced it more than once. Check latest chapters at novèlfire.net

She already understood what happened from overhearing Marcus Vance make a phone call just now.

Yet her heart ached terribly.

Just like the incident with Anna before and now again, this jerk Desmond Fairchild, why does he always do this, condemning her without giving her a chance to explain?

Suppressing her inner bitterness, Seraphina Sinclair forced a wry smile at Marcus Vance, "Let’s call it a day. I want to head back."

"I’ll take you." Marcus Vance smiled gentlemanly, thinking that she wasn’t in a state to drive properly.

Seraphina Sinclair did not refuse and was therefore taken back by Marcus Vance.

When she got out of the car, Seraphina Sinclair handed the gift box to Marcus Vance, speaking politely and distantly, "Thank you for spending the day with me today. Consider this tie a thank-you gift."

"Isn’t this meant for Master Fairchild? How can I accept it?" Marcus Vance smiled and declined, "Besides, serving you is my honor. Don’t think too much about it."

"Take it, or you’re making it awkward for me if you refuse." Seraphina Sinclair directly stuffed the gift box into his hands, smiling with her lips curled up, "Anyway, thank you for today."

If he didn’t take it, she would feel even more conscience-stricken, as if she just took advantage of him.

Simply shopping together and it led to Desmond’s misunderstanding, it’s better to maintain some distance in the future.

Since Seraphina Sinclair insisted, Marcus Vance reluctantly accepted it.

Returning home, Seraphina Sinclair slumped dejectedly on the sofa, hugging a pillow and constantly thinking about Desmond Fairchild.

The more she thought, the more furious she got; the more she thought, the more irrational his behavior seemed, and the more wronged she felt.

This goddamn man, what right does he have to treat her this way? Who did she brave the cold wind for? It’s infuriating.

"Little Jude, darling, what are you doing now? Mommy needs you, come back quickly." Seraphina Sinclair picked up her phone and sent a message to her son whom she hadn’t seen in two days.

Upon receiving the message, Jude Sinclair smiled broadly, reaching out to enter the password.

As she thought about Jude, the door suddenly clicked open, and a silhouette about half a meter high dashed towards her at lightning speed.

Before she could react, the little bundle had already thrown himself into her arms, looking up with a grin, "Mommy."

"Son? Did you teleport here? So quick?" Seraphina Sinclair exclaimed joyfully, hugging Jude Sinclair. Indeed, her darling son was more considerate.

"I was already planning to come back and saw your message as soon as I got to the door." Jude Sinclair chuckled, "What’s up, Mommy? Did you fight with Daddy again?"

They had just argued a few days ago, and it was said they made up in the past couple of days; how did they get into another fight so soon?

The world of adults truly remains beyond his comprehension.

"Let’s not talk about that. Interested in challenging Mommy in a game?" Seraphina Sinclair was in a bad mood and now wanted to vent intensely.

Jude Sinclair was happy to oblige, so mother and son went to the room, turned on the TV, plugged in the game card, and started playing.

Jude Sinclair was a gaming expert, and Seraphina Sinclair wasn’t bad either, but she was still a bit behind Jude because her own genius son was an expert in digital products.

"Are you cheating? How come you win again?" Losing three rounds in a row, Seraphina Sinclair tossed the controller in frustration, "I’m not playing anymore. It’s no fun if you win all the time."

Jude Sinclair blinked innocently, "Mommy, it’s not right to cheat. You might not want to play anymore, but don’t forget the money you owe me for losing."

"It’s just a few thousand bucks, Mommy won’t shortchange you." Saying so, Seraphina Sinclair took 3,000 yuan in cash from her bag and handed it to Jude Sinclair, "Go, put it in your little safe, you’ll need it for marrying a wife in the future."

"Three thousand yuan isn’t enough to get a wife," Jude Sinclair muttered as he walked towards his little safe.

Due to the losses earlier, Seraphina Sinclair didn’t feel like gaming anymore. So, she chatted about daily stuff with Jude, resembling the usual behavior of old Mrs. Fairchild.

After too many questions, Jude Sinclair grew somewhat helpless and grabbed Seraphina Sinclair’s hand asking, "Mommy, what’s really wrong? Did you fight with Daddy again?"

"Don’t mention that man to me." As soon as Desmond Fairchild was mentioned, Seraphina Sinclair’s expression changed, and her previously relaxed mood plummeted again.

"Tell me, did Daddy bully you? I’ll go beat him up for you." Jude Sinclair raised his little fist, acting like he was ready to avenge his mother.

Seraphina Sinclair’s heart warmed, wrapping her slender arms around Jude Sinclair, speaking with grievance, "Your ungrateful Dad, just seeing him gets me angry now."

She briefly recounted today’s story to Jude Sinclair. After listening, Jude Sinclair rose indignantly, "I’ll go find Daddy right now and set things straight, this isn’t Mommy’s fault."

Actually, Jude Sinclair understood that neither Seraphina Sinclair nor Desmond Fairchild was entirely at fault. One wanted to surprise the other, hence lied, while the other, confused by lies and unanswered queries, naturally got mad.

But in Jude Sinclair’s eyes, the conflict between the two wasn’t an unsolvable problem.

"Forget about it, I had my faults in today’s matter too." Seraphina Sinclair hung her head low, resting her head on Jude Sinclair’s, her gaze softened, "If it were me deceived, I’d be even angrier."

However, it wasn’t Desmond Fairchild’s misunderstanding that really upset her.

It was his lack of trust in her.

She indeed lied to him, but once calm, anyone can figure out that even if something were up between her and Marcus Vance, Desmond wouldn’t catch them.

Moreover, she knew well that Marcus is his close bro, if she really cheated, that’d be digging her own grave, right?

In the end, she felt that in Desmond Fairchild’s heart, she simply wasn’t that important. If he truly understood her, truly loved her, he’d know the kind of person she is, instead of losing his temper over a mere picture, it’s just incomprehensible.

Evidently, she had the chance to explain everything, yet he didn’t grant her the opportunity.