Chapter 845 - 839: Death of the Little Daughter (6)

Chapter 845: Chapter 839: Death of the Little Daughter (6)

When Hugh Grant heard this sentence, he was completely stunned.

From what Whitney Lynch confessed, he had already guessed. At that time, she must have been married.

In order to be with him, she had undergone hymen repair surgery.

So, he was the third party in this family.

Moreover, at that time, Whitney Lynch had returned to Varden to give birth; she was just a month postpartum when she was with him.

But...

How could it be?

He had never discovered any sign that she had given birth to a child.

Sean Thorne, also full of doubt, furrowed his brows, unsure of what emotion he should use to face him at this moment.

He asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"Hugh Grant, the Rona Lynch you met back then was actually my wife Whitney Lynch. At that time, she and I already had a daughter, Georgia Thorne. Due to my busy work, I couldn’t take care of her and our unborn child, so I sent her back to her parents’ home before the due date."

With every word he spoke, Hugh Grant’s heart sank a bit more.

He thought Rona Lynch, so beautiful, gentle, and kind, had such a dirty heart.

"After she gave birth to my youngest daughter, she reunited with you. A month later, she moved, and her name was Whitney Lynch, not Rona Lynch, so you couldn’t find her."

Listening to these words was a heavy blow for Hugh Grant.

Back then, he was the third party in someone else’s family.

He actually thought he had found the best woman in the world, but it wasn’t so.

Hugh Grant was struck hard; he glared at Whitney Lynch, "Why did you lie to me?"

Whitney Lynch didn’t speak. At this moment, she didn’t know how to clear her name and could only remain silent, tears continuously falling.

Sean Thorne’s patience was also wearing thin. He took two steps forward, towering over her, "What about the child? Since it’s already, already..."

He couldn’t bring himself to say the word "dead."

He skipped over that word and asked, "Where are her ashes?"

"I... I..."

How should she say it?

Should she say she gave her deceased youngest daughter to Cynthia Morgan to bury, as far away as possible?

But Cynthia Morgan was already dead.

"Whitney Lynch!"

Whitney Lynch trembled in fright and hastily spoke, "I don’t know, don’t know."

Tiana Thorne, seeing the sadness in her father’s eyes, slightly furrowed her brow and softly called him, "Dad, I know where she is."

"Where?"

Whitney Lynch also looked up at her in shock.

How could she know?

Was it Cynthia Morgan who told her?

But didn’t she say the child had already been dealt with?

Sean Thorne urged, "Tiana?"

Tiana Thorne was just thinking about how to tell him in a way that would ease his inner pain a little.

Finally, she softly spoke, "Back then, I was taken away by someone. My birth mother tried everything to find me, and in the end, she recovered a charred corpse..."

Sean Thorne staggered back a step, completely understanding what her words meant.

The burnt corpse that was found was his biological daughter.

Burnt corpse...

Such a cruel way to die.

Whitney Lynch also cried out, incredulous as she looked at her, "How could it be a burnt corpse!?"

To her question, Tiana Thorne furrowed her brows, looking at her suspiciously, "You don’t know?"

"When I handed her to Cynthia Morgan, she clearly... clearly wasn’t."