Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 189

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Chapter 189

Chapter 189

“Walt, what?” Hallam looked at Jane, dumbfounded. He stared at Jane in disbelief. “Honey.”

Jane shot Hallam a look, and he immediately shut his mouth. She then turned to Sophia and asked gently, “Ms. Chandler, would you!

Her proposal laft not only Hallam dumbfounded, but Sophia was also taken aback. Jane looked young–tall and slender, with voluminous wavy hair and seemed barely over thirty. When she wasn’t smiling, she exuded an aloof, commanding presence–a true bossy vibe.

In front of Jane, Hallam was like an eager puppy wagging its tail. If Sophia could help them through this crisis, becoming sworn family would only benefit her with no downsides.

Seeing Sophia remain silent, Hallam, worried she might be upset, gently tugged at Jane’s sleeve and whispered in her ear, “Honey, isn’t this a bit too sudden?

“I think we should discuss this with Mr. Chandler first, pick a good day, and host a proper party to make it official.”

Jane had heard a bit about the Chandler family, but she couldn’t care less about them. She scoffed. “Why on earth would I need to discuss it with them if I want to make Ms. Chandler my sworn younger sister?”

Hallam’s eyes widened. “Huh? Sworn sister? Not sworn daughter?“.

Jane rolled her eyes at him. “Make Master Chandler my daughter? In your dreams.” Hallam scratched his head awkwardly and gave a sheepish grin.

Sophia blinked in surprise–she’d also assumed Jane wanted her as a daughter, but being sworn sisters sounded even better. She was not one for pretenses, and Jane seemed decent enough. Without hesitation, Sophia agreed.

Sophia narrowed her eyes with a playful smile and greeted them, “Then we are family now.”

Jane smiled and nodded, and then took off the necklace she was wearing and placed it in Sophia’s hand. “Everything happened so quickly today- didn’t have time to prepare anything special.

“This necklace is one of my own designs. Consider it a little something for our first meeting. I’ll make it up to you properly later.” Hallam grinned from ear to ear, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he flashed a big, toothy grin.

Hallam announced proudly while laughing, “From now on, I’m Master Chandler’s brother–in–law” Jane gave him a firm slap on the back and said, “Alright, enough. Hurry up and give Sophia her welcome gift.”

Hallam cleared his throat a few times and blurted out, “I heard Sophia’s into money–let me send you some cash.”

Jane shook her head in amused resignation. Hallam grinned and said bluntly, “Skip the small talk–money talks. I’m a practical person.”

Sophia accepted the necklace with a smile. “Thank you, Jane. Thank you, Hallam.” She thought to herself, ‘Not only did I meet the Hartwick family and confirm they’re not enemies, but I also gained new family members. Not a bad haul.‘

The three exchanged contact info and chatted for a while. Taking the advice, Jane decided to leave home with Hallam the next day to relax and unwind.

Before the ceremony began, Sophia returned to Charlotte’s side. Jane and Hallam stood to her left, while Dorian and Evander were on her right.

The emcee on stage recounted how the couple met, fell in love, and grew closer, while a slideshow of their sweetest moments played and romantic music filled the air. The whole place felt like love was practically in the air.

Feeling a bit bored, Sophia pulled out her phone, going to stir things up a little with Heather. She messaged Heather: (Heather, has Jonathan found Mireille yet?]

Heather looked absolutely exhausted, with deep dark circles under her eyes and distracted air–it was clear she was going through hell.

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Chapter 189

When she saw the message from Sophia, her face twisted even further, she bit her lip, eyes turning red and watery, fockey 25 any moment, Glancing over at Sophia, Heather typed back: (Sophia, can you came over here?)

Sophia glanced at the message and didn’t reply. On stage, as the music played, the newlyweds entered before their friends and family. Abas par formalities, it was finally time for the parents‘ speeches.

Griffin’s parents, visibly moved, clutched the microphone and looked toward the Dawson family elders in the audience, With voices trembling with emotion, they announced, “Today is our son Griffin’s wedding day.

“Next, we invite Mr. Miles of the Hartwick family to come up and speak.” The moment these words were spoken, a stir of murmurs swept through the crowd.

Dorian muttered under his breath, “The Dawsons really have no shame. Having Miles speak at Griffin’s wedding? They’re clearly just trying to force a connection between Griffin and the Hartwick family.”

Sophia scoffed. “It’s obvious from Griffin changing his surname.”

Dorian craned his neck to observe Miles, who was sitting with the Dawson family elders. Freshly showered and impeccably dressed in a crisp white shitt and black trousers, every detail from his neatly styled hair to his polished appearance spoke of meticulous care.

His striking features–sharp brows, piercing eyes, and a high–bridged nose–were set in an expressionless mask, thin lips pressed into a stern line. His icy demeanor made it clear he was not someone to be approached.

Hearing his name called, Miles showed no surprise. He rose, walked onto the stage, and took the microphone with his gloved hand. “Excuse me, everyone. I’m only here today to make one thing clear: the Hartwick family has nothing to do with Griffin,” he declared.

With that, he handed the microphone back, descended the stage calmly, and, instead of returning to his seat, headed straight for the exit–leaving both the wedding and the Dawson family behind. Whatever consequences his words brought to the Dawson family–that was none of his concern.

The once–bustling wedding hall plunged into stunned silence at Miles’s words, every eye in the room instantly locking onto him, the air thick with shock and curiosity.

Sophia watched Miles, raising an eyebrow as a dry scoff escaped her lips. The venue was so quiet that her scoff rang out painfully clear. Every guest turned to stare, their faces lit with gossip–hungry curiosity.

Sophia blinked innocently, acting as if she hadn’t just disrupted the solemn moment, cool as a cucumber.

Dorian leaned in and whispered, “Sophia, did you know about this already?”

Sophia asked, “If someone forced you into something you hate, would you push back?”