"It's nothing. He just found out my father's address."
Adrian Hawthorne put the letter away. He whispered the last part to Tang Xiaonan, adding a quiet warning, "Don't tell my mother."
Tang Xiaonan nodded, starting to understand. 'It must be because of that woman with Ethan Hawthorne. Has she already secured her position?'
"Mr. Hawthorne, are you going to Tristone?"
"No. I'm going to Capria first. I'll go to Tristone later."
Adrian Hawthorne was only focused on making money right now. That was the only way he'd have the confidence to face his father. He knew his father well—at his core, he was a mercenary businessman. His father liked whoever could bring him the most profit.
The only tenderness his father ever showed was probably reserved for his mother. After all, Rosalind Green couldn't create any profit whatsoever, yet his father doted on her all the same, treating her like a fragile piece of porcelain.
