Chapter 110

Chapter 110 言 Charlene couldn’t help but think there was more to it.

Maybe, just maybe, this was Thorne’s way of making it up to Vesta’s aunt’s family for not letting them move into the house across from her uncle’s. After all, knowing how much Thorne cared for Vesta, how could he stand to see her in any discomfort for his sake?

Stewart chimed in, “If she’s really been holding back her true strength, then-”

Despite Professor Kenton’s reputation for being tough, all the students, including them, surprisingly got along well with him.

Behind his stern exterior, Kenton had a soft heart.

However, he was also a man who strongly adhered to his principles. If Vesta had the talent and potential, Kenton wouldn’t let any personal grudges between Charlene and Vesta stop him from taking her under his wing.

So...

Charlene quickly regained her composure, suggesting, “Let’s just focus on our own progress for now.”

That was all she could do–focus on improving herself.

That evening, she got home a bit later than usual, to find Irma already asleep. However, Thorne was nowhere to be seen, possibly not coming back at all that night. But after her shower, to her surprise, there he was.

He had come back after all.

Seeing him, she paused briefly, nodding in greeting–a silent acknowledgment of his presence.

She didn’t ask why he had met with Professor Kenton that day, and Thorne offered no explanation, heading straight for the shower after a brief glance her way.

The next morning, Charlene woke up a bit later than usual. As she came downstairs, she overheard Irma teasing Thorne, “I was still up at ten last night, and you were nowhere to be found. Thought you decided not to grace us with your presence again!”

Thorne, seated across from his grandmother, sipped his water nonchalantly, not bothering to reply.

Irma tapped the table, feigning annoyance, “Speak up! Don’t play mute with me!”

Setting down his water glass, Thorne glanced over at Charlene descending the stairs before calmly turning back, “Didn’t you say I had to be home because you wanted me to join you for something this morning?”

“Hmph, I thought my words just went in one ear and out the other with you!”

“Your grandson wouldn’t dare.”

His tone was light, his expression indifferent–not showing the slightest sign of apprehension.

Exasperated, Irma turned her attention to Charlene, beckoning her over.

Charlene approached, asking, “Grandma, are you two planning to go out?”

“Not ‘you two, dear, ‘us‘!” Irma corrected with a smile. “We’re all going. Charlene, where would you like to go? I’ll let you decide.”

Charlene often found herself at a loss for suggestions when it came to entertainment that everyone would enjoy.

“I’m open to anything, really. It’s up to you,” she replied.

Irma already had an idea in mind. “How about a day at the spa then? We talked about going last time but ended up getting sidetracked and I got all worked up over nothing. This time, I’m making sure someone makes it up to me.”

08:54 That someone was obviously Thorne.

Thorne, hearing this, continued his tea–drinking, unfazed by the reminder of the past incident or showing any sign of discomfort.

It was as if that episode meant nothing to him, not worth a second thought.

With that, Charlene looked away. She had already experienced a spa day before and wasn’t particularly excited about the idea now.

But since her grandmother had set her heart on it, she simply agreed, “Sounds good.”