"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
Hansen narrowed his eyes. Christopher had been hungry for achievements. For the sake of his track record, he might very well care about himself only and risk ruining their plan. Hansen could not just sit there and wiggle his toes while waiting for news. He still had to have certain details for the revenge. He could do nothing except to avenge Jenna and give her a proper answer. He was at the end of his wits to gain her forgiveness. Time passed by and night came. He still had the yellow envelope in his hand, unmoving. Vivian had sent someone to hand the envelope over to him. It was not until this moment that he found out she was also investigating the case secretly. "Hansen, I am old and no longer capable of helping with the case. I leave the rest of the investigation to you. Jenna is a good girl and she deserves the truth. I hope you'll do your best to bring her justice." She had called him on the phone and explained everything she did. He was stunned. It turned
The young male doctor calmly took the registration receipt from Hannah's hand and placed it on top of the pile of receipts on the table as he glanced at Jenna. Jenna, too, glanced at her receipt. It had 'Donald Colton' stated as a senior physician. She was surprised; it seemed that he was rather skilled in gynecology. A man who specialized in gynecology. Although she knew that there were more male gynecologists at present than in the past, she still felt embarrassed. "Give me your hand," Donald spoke softly. Did gynecologists usually check their patient's pulse? Jenna was puzzled but he was her doctor after all. She dismissed the thought and reached her hand over. Soon, Donald's warm fingers were placed on her wrists and he closed his eyes slightly. After a moment or two, she saw his eyebrows twitch. It felt as if her pulse started bouncing about too. She carefully examined his face but got nothing from his usual expression. Her heart began thr
"Hannah, let me figure it out by myself. Please, I'm only staying at your house for a few days. Please." Jenna hugged Hannah desperately as tears streamed down her face. Hannah could not bear seeing her in so much pain. Sighing, she stomped her feet and said, "Well, since you have decided to protect that b*stard, I have no choice but to let him go. But I'm warning you, this is no small matter. You must think it through, otherwise, you'll regret it for a lifetime." "Yes, thank you so much. I will think it through," Jenna agreed, still tearing up. Hannah took a deep sigh. She helped Jenna onto the iron bench and solemnly asked, "Jenna, tell me the truth, is the child in your stomach Hansen's? Don't lie to me." Hannah stared at her. Jenna and she grew up together, they were basically each other's reflection in a mirror. They were so similar that they knew what the other had on their mind without needing words. Even though she was certain that it was Hansen's, she w