Hansen smiled coldly, pulled his tie, and pushed him against the wall. Fixing his knee against Caleb's belly, Hansen took out the phone and turned on the recording function. "Tell me, who is your boss?" He stared at Caleb with cold eyes and spoke sternly. "M-Mr. Richards, I, didn't..." As soon as Hansen asked, Caleb got so scared that he instantly sobered up, and he began to sweat a lot. He was so scared that he felt as if he was going to wet himself. This couldn't be said out loud. If he said it, he would never survive in City A. "Okay, I see how it is. You'll still keep your mouth shut. It seems like you haven't had enough to drink." Hansen sneered as he spoke softly. He then took a glass of already-mixed spirits from the table, brought it to Caleb's mouth and threatened him. "Drink, otherwise I will make sure that your company shuts down, and of course, let you carry some debts that you will never be able to pay off for a lifetime. I can't wait to see you beg
"Wow, spicy potatoes," Jenna said when the waiter brought the dish to the table. Her eyes glowed immediately. She was drooling as her stomach growled. Then, she accepted it and ate like a hungry wolf. By the time Hansen came out of the restroom, she had finished eating two small dishes. Her mouth was puffy and red from all the spices. She looked very cute. "Those things are not nutritious. Eat less of them." Hansen looked at Jenna's pale face and red lips. She was breathing in and out to soothe the spiciness. "It s delicious. Addictive even." He grabbed the potato dish in front of her and put it aside before she could react. Her face sank and she muttered something with pity. After that, he picked up the menu on the table and started ordering. When the dishes arrived, she was forced to eat salads again. Jenna really didn't have the appetite for those healthy foods. "Hansen, please, I only need some soup and spicy potatoes," she stated as
The winter in A city was particularly cold that year. That morning, the wind stopped howling and the rain stopped pouring. Even a little ray of sunlight was seen. But just after lunch, there was the fluttering snowflakes filled the sky. After Jenna ate lunch with her mother in the hospital, she felt so chilly that she kept trembling. For the past few days, Hansen was by her side to warm her but once he left, she realized that the weather was actually cold to the bone. She remembered her sable coat, which was one of the authentic treasures from abroad, made from the finest, most exquisite type of fur. It was really soft and kept her very warm. This coat was the dowry that Jenna's father gave her when he came back from a business trip to the north. Years had passed but its color was still dazzling. It was also Jenna's favorite. Even Hansen had praised her for looking graceful and radiant after putting on this sable coat. Thinking of this, a faint smile
"Quick, bring her a chair," Vivian ordered Meroy as she held Jenna's hand and stroked it gently. "Okay, Old Madam." Meroy understood her thoughts and smiled slightly. Later, she placed a cushioned stool in front of her bed and sat Jenna down before saying with a smile, "Old Madam thinks about you every day, she misses you more than her grandson. She's very happy to see you today. I'll let you talk to her now." Having that said, she brought hot tea and put it at the side. "Thank you." Jenna nodded with thanks. Meroy smiled back and exited the room. Only the two of them were then left in the bedroom. "Grandma, are you feeling well?" Jenna asked softly with a smile on her face. She stretched out her other hand to squeeze Vivian's hand as she sat on the stool facing Vivian. Vivian's hands clasped her hands tightly, for fear that she would disappear. "Jenna, you have suffered. Look at you, you have lost a lot of weight. It is us, the Richards family
"Jenna, only I have the right to say whether you deserve this or not. Come here." Vivian beckoned to her after figuring out her concerns. Jenna approached hesitantly; she was still nervous. "Jenna, only you are truly worthy of this jewelry. Listen to me. I sincerely want to give it to you. Just take it for my sake. Take it, otherwise I cannot rest in peace." Grandma Richards took her hand and tears were welling up in her eyes. "My child, the Richards family has done you wrong, including me. I did not protect you. It is not your fault that you divorced Hansen. My grandson is unworthy and stubborn. He doesn't deserve someone like you. Since you once were a member of our family, I believe that it was fate. So, I am determined to give this jewellery to you. You don't need to refuse." Vivian paused to catch her breath before continuing seriously, "Jenna, I'm not giving you this jewellery for nothing. I have some things I want you to help me with. " When Jenna heard this, s
"My dear daughter, it is tough for a woman to carry a child. You have to bear it for now. Why hasn't Hansen come back? Shouldn't he as your husband accompany you more when you are pregnant?" Georgia was unhappy to see her daughter feeling unwell and she began to complain. At this time, Marissa could only smile and ordered people to bring all kinds of things that Aria liked to eat. Aria was like a favored doll, so treasured and immersed in all kinds of love. "Hansen is also very inconsiderate. Today is Aria's birthday and she is pregnant. Even so, I don't see him coming back. No matter how busy he is at work, he should take some time off for her," Georgia nagged, annoyed. When Jenna walked in, Aria had just finished vomiting and was whining uncomfortably. Marissa and Georgia were fidgeting around her. No one except for a few servants in the living room saw Jenna come in. Their jaws dropped to the ground as they whispered to each other and stared at he
"Jenna, where are you?" Hansen's anxious voice sounded through the phone. Jenna hadn't spoken for a long time and a poignant smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Jenna, speak, where are you?" Hansen's voice became even more anxious. He kept asking over the phone. Jenna had a sneer on her face. "I'm now in the living room of Richards Manor," she said aloud, enunciating each word slowly. After only saying a few words, she resolutely hung up the phone, turned it off, and put it back into her bag. At this instant, Hansen's phone fell to the ground as he was shocked. His heart sank immediately. The thing he feared the most finally came even though he tried to cover it up so that Jenna would not find out. In the end, she still did! Why, why didn't she listen to him? Why did she go back to Richards Manor? Wasn't she digging her own grave? He was already trying to come up with a plan, why couldn't she be more patient?
With a burp, intense nausea made Jenna vomit onto Hansen's clothes. She couldn't control herself. She directly squatted and threw up onto the ground. "Jenna, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Hansen was shocked. Ignoring the filth on his body, he hurriedly knelt down beside her. Jenna's cheeks were flushed red and her forehead was beaded with cold sweat. Hansen reached out to hug her. "Let go of me. Go away!" Jenna suddenly stood up and shouted at him. Her eyes were cold as frost while she remained expressionless. Her look was filled with disappointment, despair and loneliness, and somewhere inside, a hint of hatred. Hansen panicked in an instant. Too scared to look at her eyes, he lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut in pain. Jenna calmly walked to the bathroom. As she saw the red blood at the corner of her mouth, she lifted a corner of her mouth. She then turned on the faucet, took a towel to wipe off the blood stain from the corner o