All Chapters of Doting on the Greenhorn: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

When Heather opened her eyes, it was already almost noon. Rays of light filtered in through the window, filling the room with light and warmth. She heard something next to her and turned around to see Tyrone sitting on the couch not that far away, reading some documents.He was dressed in a casual dark blue suit and sat in a relaxed manner with his legs crossed. His head was slightly lowered as the rays of sunshine shone on half of his figure, highlighting his gracefulness."Are you peeking at me?" Tyrone suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her teasingly.Heather's cheeks were slightly flushed as she pulled the blanket away and got out of bed. "I didn't… Ah!"She had only realized that she wasn't wearing anything after she had pulled the blanket away. She yelped and quickly hid back under the blanket, her face turning scarlet.Tyrone raised his eyebrow and said, "There's no point in hiding. I've seen everything."She had still had a towel around her when she had gone to bed,

"Mrs. Snyder, I understand you want to save your daughter. I also wish that Whitney could be saved, but I can't kill an innocent person because of that. I'm so sorry, but I won't help you."Before Macey could say anything else, Heather turned around and left.Macey could only stare at Heather as she left. She hadn't expected Heather would be so cruel and refused to help on with something so simple. Heather sure was ungrateful!"Mom, Hattie's not going to help us. What should we do? I can't do the surgery as soon as possible, or I'll die."Whitney's face drained of its color. Given how her emotions were out of control, she could feel the pain in her heart. She clutched her chest, her face becoming even paler.Macey gritted her teeth and held Whitney in her arms. "Don't be scared. I'll think of something. I won't let you die.""Mom, is Hattie really my sister?" Whitney asked, still surprised.There was a cold look in Macey's eyes. "That little bitch's mother is a homewrecker. That

"Ms. Sutton, Mr. Elkin curated these items specifically for you. Since you didn't make a selection from the previous set of pictures I sent, I took the initiative to choose a few options for your consideration."Besides these, I've included some jewelry pieces for your review. Please let me know your preferences, or I can provide alternative selections."Lucy passed Heather a catalog, stating, "Here are some photos from several top brands that have been sent over. Take a look and see which style you find appealing."The pieces of clothing and jewelry were exorbitantly priced; in total, their value could easily match the cost of acquiring a property in Royalton's prime real estate market.As Heather admired the impressive assortment of items before her, she found herself momentarily speechless. Tyrone's generosity toward her was unmistakable."By the way, Mr. Elkin has also organized swimming lessons for you. Here's your swim card. Please keep it safe," Lucy mentioned, handing Heat

"Hattie, you still have feelings for me!" Craig kept his gaze locked on Heather.These past few hours had been tormenting, but the result was exactly what he had hoped for. Eventually, Heather had come downstairs, confirming that her affection for him was steadfast. Craig had been sure that Heather couldn't have lost her feelings for him.Heather's grip on the umbrella handle tightened, her unwavering gaze fixed on Craig's drenched face. "You're mistaken. I came looking for you, but not because I care about you.""Hattie?"Craig's initial happiness dimmed, as though anticipating her next words. Gradually, his gaze hardened into steely resolve."Craig, you've seen me with Tyrone. Your presence is unsettling. Please, don't continue to bother me," Heather said firmly.Craig's eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze intense. "That's impossible! You can't love him—"Heather cut him off abruptly, her words slicing through the air. "And why do you think it's impossible? Do you truly believe

Craig must have witnessed everything unfold.Out of the corner of her eye, Heather spotted Tyrone pulling out his phone to call Caleb.Her gaze immediately sharpened. "What are you doing?""Perhaps you should head back first," Tyrone suggested calmly, his expression stoic as he squeezed her cheek.The tension in Tyrone's tightly clenched jaw betrayed his simmering anger.Considering his reputation, he simply couldn't tolerate the shame of being drenched in water.Sensing Tyrone's intentions, Heather reached out and gently grasped his hand. "Forget it. Maybe the driver didn't see us. Let's just go back."Tyrone gazed at her intently, a shadow passing over his eyes.As he remained silent, Heather couldn't shake her worry that he might pursue the issue.She understood the extent of his influence all too well; for him, tracking down a car was as easy as snapping his fingers. If things escalated, trouble would undoubtedly follow.Feeling a surge of panic, Heather exclaimed, "The r