"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
The snow barged in along with the harsh winds. Jenna would have been swallowed by the snow if she did not have her coat, keeping her warm. Standing on the stone bridge, she leaned against a pier made of stone. Under the bridge was the flowing river, its water yet to freeze, its depth unknown. She stood on the pier, staring blankly at the gushing current of the river. This was a river at the outskirts, its course traversing the whole of A city. Snowflakes filled the air; there were barely any people here in this weather. She looked at the river silently. One step forward was all it took. She would leap into the river and any pain she had would no longer exist. However, she stood, unmoving. She merely faced the river as she stared into space. Hansen came and saw her standing there, bracing the wind and snow. Her body was leaning forward slightly. "Jenna." He held his breath and felt nervous. If she had jumped, he would probably be unable to
Jenna laid on the soft seat, unable to muster any strength. Her eyes were laden with exhaustion while her face was frighteningly pale. Her messy hair was splayed over her face, yet it was not enough to hide her despair and melancholy; they were clearly visible. Hansen stayed silent the whole time. He could feel her pain and sadness; his agony no lesser than hers. In fact, it hurt him a lot more than what she was experiencing at that moment. He swallowed down the pain and organized the thoughts in his head. Earl had forced him to give an exact wedding date. Despite that, he was Hansen Richards. He was no prey to other people. It was impossible to expect that he would give in to their pressure! He only needed Jenna to trust him. Only with her faith in him would he have the courage to fight back. The light in his eyes flashed. If they would not accept what fate had in plan for them, they would have to fight out of it themselves. No one could
"First, get up and change. You look horrible." Hannah glared at Jenna's pale and thin face. She helped her up with a pull and demanded her to get a change of clothes. Dragged by Hannah, Jenna could only follow her to the shower. Hannah gave her a set of cotton pajamas. After taking a relaxing shower, Jenna put the pajamas on and walked out of the bathroom. "Jenna, I have ordered some takeaway. You should eat something for now." Hannah was on the phone in the living room. When she saw her coming out, she covered the phone with her hand and told her that. Jenna had no appetite. She sat down on the sofa sickly and spaced out. After Hannah finished the call, she turned around and saw Jenna sitting there as if her soul was sucked away. She said, "I had told you to not get involved with Richards Group. But, you didn t listen. Now look at what happened, you might as well be a corpse. Are you going to continue living like this?" Jenna listened to her