Mr. Ainsworth was practically exploding with rage. Such a good marriage alliance, called off so easily. He felt like he was watching a fortune disappear right before his eyes.
He ordered Nora Ainsworth to call Leon Lynch, but once again, no one answered. When she tried again, the phone was turned off.
In just one night, things had taken a drastic turn. It made Nora Ainsworth wonder, 'Is it really just because of the news?'
'What else did Quentin Grant do?!'
At the thought, a chill shot through Nora Ainsworth's heart. She sat there, feeling as if she'd been plunged into a cellar of ice. Snapping out of her daze, she finally stood up. "Mom, I'm going out to find Leon."
A trace of worry clouded Mrs. Ainsworth's face. "Nora, Leon is probably just angry. Explain everything to him clearly. He'll understand."
Nora Ainsworth managed a faint smile, then left the Ainsworth Residence with the chauffeur.
