Chapter 42 How Long to Kill Him?

Dominic Hawthorne gave me a sidelong glance, his face unreadable. "I can rebuild this place just as easily as I can reduce it to ruins. Everything depends on you." I froze. The phone rang. I glanced down—Luke Jordan's name lit up the screen. I checked the time. Noon. At this hour, if he was in the office, he'd usually call me for lunch. I looked up at Dominic, thinking of the orphanage. I didn't know how to answer the call, so I silenced it. Dominic said nothing. Only when the ringing stopped did I ask, "What do you want?" "Nothing. Keaton Hawthorne just misses you," he said flatly. I didn't believe him. "How could that be? Didn't you tell your grandfather I caused Leona's miscarriage and wanted to divorce me?" Dominic loved Leona. He was convinced I'd harmed her. With such a perfect chance, how could he not take it? I refused to believe it. But Dominic turned, his deep eyes locking onto mine. "Grandfather knows you went abroad for further studies and returned just two days ago. So ton