Chris waited until the caretaker left before going to Tyler's side. He said lowly, "Gina Kerrington is truly as harrowing as they say. She's already found out that Joyce isn't the one who married you first." Tyler's gaze grew cold. "Let her do as she pleases."Chris nodded and texted Gina. …Jean had been unable to focus all day at work. All she could think about was Tyler, how he must be surrounded by people right now, and how he would never give a second thought about her.Tristan noticed that she wasn't paying attention and said quietly, "I heard Mr. Larson got into an accident. You must be really worried. Why don't you go see him at the hospital? I'll take over for you."Jean blinked rapidly, taking a second to react to the suggestion. She shook her head. "It's fine. He doesn't need me right now."Tristan knew of Jean and Tyler's relationship. Taking a deep breath, he said, "There's more fish in the sea, you know. Mr. Tyler had a relationship with Joyce before. If you
After the filming, Jean noticed Emmett was still lingering around. She had nearly forgotten about his presence as she had been so focused on her work.Emmett met her gaze with a fond smile. "Yeah?"Tristan noticed the man had been standing around for a long time, obviously waiting to speak to Jean alone. "Why don't you head home first?" Tristan told Jean. Her part was completed now, so she wasn't needed for the time being.Jean hadn't slept very well last night and had been feeling out of sorts today. When Tristan made that suggestion, she agreed without hesitation. "Thank you for wrapping things up again."Tristan shot her a smile. "As I should."Emmett saw that Jean was leaving, so he went to drive his car to the entrance. Jean had taken a taxi to the venue today, her car having been towed away after Tyler's accident. "Get in." Emmett rolled down the window. "I'll drop you off."Jean had a feeling he had something to say to her. It was difficult getting a ride in these part
Just as Jean went back to her room, her phone rang with a notification. It was from Simone, who was currently in Faulkland with her mother after the latter grew ill.Jean opened the picture Simone had sent her. It was a newspaper cutting with the headline "Tyler Larson's Wife Not the Piano Prodigy Joyce Michaels?" Jean tensed in place. Another message came in, "Read it. It's all over the tabloids right now."She then opened all the social media applications she had. Sure enough, this news had spread like wildfire, making it into the top three searches.She shakily opened up the news report. Photos of Joyce during her car accident were the first thing that appeared, followed by the medical bills that stated Joyce's name.Jean's name later replaced those bills. Dorothy hadn't a clue what to do when Joyce first got into the accident, which was why Joyce's name was in those bills first. Jean never expected what had been hidden for five years would be dug out and revealed to the
"There's no one else here at the moment, Ms. Michaels. You're welcome to come by."Tyler had been in a sour mood the whole day. Chris thought that if Jean came to visit, his spirits would surely be lifted.Chris also thought that maybe he could use this chance to take a break."Alright. I'm bringing dinner, so you don't need to buy any," Jean said, then hung up the call.It took her about ten minutes to reach the hospital and a couple more to reach Tyler's ward. Outside the door, Jean took a deep breath before knocking and entering.Tyler was pondering through some documents while he laid in bed. Said documents were quickly tucked away by Chris when he saw that Jean had arrived. "Ms. Michaels is here, Mr. Larson. I'll take my leave for now."Tyler was pleasantly surprised to see her here, his eyes shining with uncontained joy. "What are you doing here?"Jean set the casserole she had prepared on the table he used to eat from. "I want your clarification on some questions of mine.
Tyler slumped over slightly, his heart hurting at the sight of Jean crying.This was the first time he'd felt this way, even during those three years together."Jean …"But Jean was already standing up. "I'm going to investigate this until the truth is out."She then turned away to leave.Tyler's gaze turned solemn. "You won't be able to find anything, Jean."He had already cut off all loose ends and possible sources of information ever since deciding Joyce would be the one to raise Dorian.Jean wouldn't be able to uncover anything.Unless she did a maternity test, of course.But Tyler would never let her bring his son to do so, of course. Not unless they became a family again.Tyler wasn't going to let Jean take Dorian away and marry someone else.Meanwhile, Chris had thought he could finally take a break from his duties. Yet half an hour later, he received a call from Tyler to bring over all documents necessary for his purview. The man's face instantly fell upon receiv
Dorothy was taken aback first by Jean's questioning, but she quickly recovered. "Why are you looking for her?" she asked softly.Jean gave her mother a flat stare before she went farther into the house.The maids were still clearing up the mess on the floor, while Joyce just so happened to be walking down the stairwell. A smile was on her face, bright as the sun. Gone was her rage from earlier."Welcome back, Jean."Jean shot the same flat stare at her sister. She then narrowed her eyes. "Dorian isn't your son, is he?" Joyce pursed her lips but didn't answer right away. Instead, she waited until she had reached the first floor before saying, "Did Tyler finally tell you?"She then went to sit on the couch, not a hint of panic on her face.Jean nearly snarled. "So he really isn't." Her twin sister nodded. "Yes, he isn't. Tyler brought him back four years ago into the family. He's Dorian's father, without a doubt."Jean's hands balled into fists by her side.Seeing how Joyc
When Jean left the Michaels family's residence, she spotted a car that belonged to the Larson family on the outskirts of the neighborhood. Tyler wouldn't be here. He was in the hospital.Jean walked forward and noticed Dorian in the car, waving excitedly at her.Her heart nearly melted upon seeing him. "Dorian," she called softly, a tear rolling down her cheek.How she wished he was her son. Maybe there might be a ray of sunshine in her dark, depressing life then.Dorian frantically wiped away her tears. "Why are you crying, Aunt Jean? Are you angry at me?"Jean shook her head, reaching in to lift Dorian out from the car. "No, of course not. I just remembered some really sad things, that's all."The boy sighed. "Did someone bully you? You can tell me. I'll tell Mr. Bodyguard to keep you safe!"Jean eyed the bodyguards standing close by, alongside Albert. "It's okay. I wasn't bullied.""Then why are you crying?" Dorian asked worriedly.Jean bit her lip, unsure how to answe
Dorian's red-rimmed eyes made it hard for Jean to concentrate. She said gently, "Don't cry, sweetie. If you cry, I'll start crying."The boy quickly nodded, wiping away his tears."I understand now, Aunt Jean. You don't wanna marry Dad cause you don't like him, right? That's why you can't be my mom, right?"Jean's lip had been bitten raw by the time she nodded, hoping Dorian would give up on the topic.Yet the boy then said something unexpected."But can't you try to like Dad for my sake, Aunt Jean?"That left Jean speechless and Albert holding back a grin.If Tyler was as endearing as his son, Jean would've returned to Teak Villa long ago.Jean was left gasping for air after the whole conversation with Dorian. She didn't know how it happened, but she ended up agreeing to give Tyler another chance.When Albert drove Jean back home, Dorian fell asleep on her lap."We're here, Ms. Michaels—" Albert began but was stopped by Jean pressing a finger to her lips. Only now did t