lan Foster's follower count was on fire lately, and Yolanda worried he'd freak out with all the attention. So, while
the online buzz was still raging, she was the one logging in and handling everything on his Twitter
account.
The intewas still obsessed with the whole thing. With a bunch of directors and actors caught up in it, people
couldn’t get enough of the , and lan’s nwas still all over the trending lists.
Thanks to all this, lan’s personal Twitter was blowing up with new followers every day. Plus, Zack White's show
had just started airing, and with lan’s looks and acting chops, the show's popularity shot up several times
over.
The first day’s ratings broke all previous records, and Zack White, who'd been on edge, finally let out a huge sigh
of relief. As soon as he saw the numbers, he called up Yolanda.
“Yolanda, | really have you to thank for this. How about I treat you and lan to dinner sometime? Let's put all the
past behind us and look forward to working together again.” Zack said warmly.
He was calling lan “lan” now, since even a fool could see lan Foster was clearly on the rise.
Yolanda smiled as she cleared out all the private messages from lan’s Twitter account. “Sure thing, Zack. I'll
check in with Ms. Sinclair and see when lan’s available.”
After hanging up, Yolanda thought about bringing someone new on board. She'd been going through candidates
these past few days, but none of them felt like the right fit.
And with Megan Carter expecting, Yolanda was left juggling everything herself and was totally swamped. Guess
the hiring would have to wait a little longer.
She got up, figuring she'd drop by the hospital to see William Bennett today.
William had been in the hospital ever since his kidney transplant, but he was getting stronger every day. Soon,
he’d be able to go home.
She grabbed sfruit and was just turning the corner when she spotted Charles.
Her steps halted and she instinctively backed away.
Standing beside Charles was May Sinclair, who was holding her forehead, looking like she wasn’t feeling well at
all.
Charles helped her to a seat, his tone flat. “Mom, are you feeling any better?”
May sighed. “Thank goodness you picked up.”
She hadn't been able to reach Dylan Sinclair, who hadn't been hin ages. Ever since their last fight, he
hadn't set foot in the Sinclair manor.
May's hand slowly curled into a fist at her side, her lips pressed into a hard line. ‘I have to find out who that bitch
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtis. After all these years, why the hell is she still trying to get in touch with Dylan?‘ she fumed inwardly.
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“Charles, all this stress from your father is what madesick in the first place. You're handling the company
well, but your uncles are still lurking around. You really need to have a child soon-otherwise, how are you going
to explain yourself to your grandfather?” May pressed, her tone full of anxious insistence.
Charles’s uncles were all a handful-none of them were easy to deal with.
Jonathan Andrade had been asking about grandkids lately, but Charles had zero intention of having a child with
Yolanda. She was never the one he wanted for that.
May grabbed his hand, her face clouded with worry. “If you're still waiting for that woman, then just go and bring
her back. I heard she’s a big star now. If she really loves you, maybe she'd be willing to give up the
entertainment industry for you. But our family can’t have a woman from showbiz.”
‘We’d be a laughingstock among all those society wives,’ May thought bitterly.
Sure, there are celebrities who marry into wealthy families, but as soon as they tie the knot, they quit acting for
good. And honestly, those women are always the lowest rung in the industry anyway.
Yolanda stood just around the corner, listening in on their conversation, her eyes dropping as she took it all in.
She'd been part of the Sinclair family for two years now, but not a single one of them had ever truly accepted
her. They were still hung up on Joelle Monroe-the woman who ditched Charles and ran off back then.
She didn’t expect anything from Charles anymore, but honestly, it still stung.
Joelle really had it easy-she didn’t have to lift a finger, and Charles was still hopelessly in love with her.
Yolanda stood frozen, listening as May pressed on, “You really need to think about having a kid soon. If it doesn’t
work out, just go abroad and meet that woman-get her pregnant. Once she comes back with the baby, it'll be
easier for her to move up in the family. Otherwise, how are you going to explain things to the Grant residence?”
Yolanda closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
What May meant by “explaining” was basically throwing Yolanda under the bus, saying she couldn’t have kids,
so Charles had to find someone else to do it.
Not being able to have children was a huge deal.
Especially for a woman from the Grant family-it was practically a joke. Lily Grant was a perfect example.
Yolanda tuned them out and headed straight for William Bennett's hospital room.
Right then, a doctor who knew her called out, “Hey, Miss Grant! Haven't seen you in a while. Mr. Bennett's doing
great these days.
Her heart gave a jolt, and almost on instinct, she reached for the door to William's room, about to slip inside -
when Charles's voice suddenly called out.
“Yolanda?” Charles called out.
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Her hand froze, and she slowly let go of the door, pulling it back.
“Charles, what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
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She really didn’t want Charles paying too much attention to William Bennett-if he started digging, the truth
about the kidney donor might cout.
Charles walked over, peeking inside. “Mr. Bennett still hasn't been discharged?”
“No, but he should be out in a few days,” Yolanda replied quickly.
“Letgo in with you and check on him,” Charles offered, stepping forward.
William always kept Charles in his thoughts. There was a twhen Charles would go with Yolanda to visit the
orphanage, but honestly, that was only when he had nothing better to do.
“No need, Mr. Bennett's resting. | don’t want to bother him,” Yolanda replied, keeping her tone light as she tried
to deflect Charles.
She was about to loop her arm through his and lead him away when a familiar voice called out from behind
them.
“Ms. Grant?” Daisy Thornton called out.
Yolanda turned around and saw Daisy holding a bag of medicine, her eyes wide with surprise. “Ms. Grant, are
you not feeling well? What brings you to the hospital?”
Charles’s brows knitted as his gaze landed on Daisy. He paused for a few seconds before asking, “Are you Hugh
Thornton's daughter?”
Hugh had illegally tried to trade a kidney, so Charles had his leg broken and shipped him overseas.
‘How does Yolanda even know his daughter?‘ Charles thought, baffled.
Daisy's face was all innocence as she smiled. “Yeah, | met Ms. Grant before. My dad used to mention her a lot -
he always said she was really kind. But | haven't been in touch with him for a long time.”
As she said this, she lowered her eyes, looking quietly forlorn.
“Oh, is that so?” Charles replied, his voice cool and unreadable.
He glanced back at Yolanda. “I've got stuff to deal with at the office this afternoon, so I'm heading out. Take care
on your way home.”
Yolanda nodded, forcing a small smile. “Alright.”
As soon as he walked away, Yolanda finally let herself breathe, her whole body loosening up at last.
Once Charles got in the car, Daisy was still on his mind. He offhandedly remarked to Jack Nolan in the front seat,
“Look into how Daisy Thornton and Yolanda know each other.”
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Jack looked puzzled for a moment, trying to place Hugh Thornton. When it finally clicked, he blurted out, “Mr.
Sinclair, are you suspecting Mrs. Sinclair of something?”
Hugh had worked at the hospital for years-he shouldn't have been strapped for cash. So why would he suddenly
risk everything like that? Something was seriously off about this.
But that six million dollars really did land in his account, and Yolanda was never the type to pull something
that bold.
Charles knew Yolanda inside out-she’d always put him first, no matter what.
He rubbed his brow, and when he saw Jack about to make the call, he just sighed.
“Forget it,” he muttered, letting it go.
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