Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 283

Willow hesitated, feeling a bit awkward. With Tina’s mother being so accommodating about the timing, it didn’t seem right to refuse her outright. So she said, “Would you mind if I thought it over?”

Tina’s mother beamed at once. “Of course, take your time! No rush at all.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than someone on the other side of the room called out, wanting to see the painting Cordelia had given Tina. Others chimed in enthusiastically, and soon the whole group was gathering up to move into the living room where the gifts were kept.

Noticing the shift, Tina’s mother turned to Willow with a friendly smile and suggested, “Miss Sheffield, why don’t we all go take a look together?”

Willow nodded. “Sure.” She was actually curious to see Cordelia’s painting herself.

Lionel and Juliette had already been swept away by Tina, one on each arm, as she led them toward the living room.

A crowd of a dozen or so people made their way to the gift room, only to find Tina’s younger brother already hard at work unwrapping presents, torn wrapping paper scattered everywhere.

“Hancock Ramirez!” Tina let go of her friends and strode over to her brother, grabbing him by the ear. “How many times have I told you? I get to open my own birthday presents first!”

Hancock had always been a mischievous and stubborn child. Ever since he turned two, his favorite hobby was tearing into his sister’s birthday gifts—especially the ones with the most elaborate wrapping.

By the time they walked in, he’d already managed to open nearly half the pile.

Willow glanced around and instantly spotted her own gift, a small canvas simply wrapped, no larger than a picture frame. Its plainness must have rendered it invisible to Hancock, sparing it from his little whirlwind—at least for now.

With that, he darted off, thundering up the stairs. The nanny rushed over to apologize to Johanna before hurrying after him.

Lionel turned to Johanna and offered gently, “Aunt Johanna, I’ve heard there’s a great boarding school on the west side of town. Maybe you could consider transferring Hancock there?”

She shook her head with a sigh. “Your uncle would never agree to it. He spoils Hancock far too much to send him away.”

Not wanting the mood to sour, Johanna quickly steered the conversation back. “Anyway, weren’t we here to see Miss Worthington’s painting for Tina?” She smiled and gestured toward the large canvas. “Miss Worthington, is this the one?”

At her words, everyone’s attention turned to the painting. The brown paper wrapping had already been ripped at one corner, courtesy of Hancock, revealing the edge of the frame beneath.