Jean thought Tyler would try something else. But she soon noticed that he had drifted off to sleep. Listening to his even breathing, she silently sighed in relief. Thank goodness he didn't try to go further.…The next morning.Jean woke up to find Tyler missing. As she rose from the bed, the cooling patch on her forehead fell onto her lap. She stared at it, puzzled. Just then, Layla entered the room, carrying a basin. She saw Jean staring at the cooling patch, wide awake. "Mr. Tyler went downstairs to get it for you last night. You had a high fever again." Jean hastily tore her gaze away from the cooling patch in her lap. She picked it up and tossed it into the dustbin. Even if Tyler sometimes showed this gentle side of his, it only lasted for so long. Besides, it belonged to Joyce, not her. "Bring me my morning medicine. I'll be heading outside in the afternoon, so you don't need to prepare dinner for me," Jean informed Layla.Layla was stunned when she saw Jean throwing
Lilian was now back, and Tyler's mind was full of her. Although Mrs. Larson Senior didn't like seeing them together, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't change her mind after some time. If he managed to find a way to cure Lilian's illness or even find a suitable blood type for her, it would be game over for Joyce and Jean. Dorothy listened as Joyce spoke. Since waking up, Joyce's personality had done a 180. She would get mad and throw tantrums all the time. When faced with this side of her, Dorothy would assume that Joyce was only anxious. She still hadn't gotten used to her environment. Therefore, Dorothy would let Joyce be no matter what happened. "When you recover, that sickly brat will be nothing compared to you," she said to Joyce. Joyce frowned at those words. Tyler protected Lilian so well that she wasn't sure if she could get her hands on Lilian. As of now, Joyce wanted her identity back from Jean.Silence hung in the air as Dorothy pushed Joyce out of the ward
Three years ago, Joyce had an accident. The Michaels family suppressed any details about it to prevent reporters and journalists from spreading the news. Jean had always been invisible in the Michaels family's circle of friends. Nobody seemed to notice when she disappeared. Simone went to their home several times to meet Jean. However, she was always sent away. The excuse? Jean was furthering her studies overseas. They also told her that Jean had a better future waiting for her. They warned her to leave Jean alone. Simone assumed Jean had left her for good to prove she was leading a better life. Still, Simone never expected to see Jean after three years. She was even surprised to find out that Jean was living as Joyce. "So, you chose to take the place of your sister and marry Tyler for the sake of your parents?" Simone concluded, flabbergasted now that she finished digesting this piece of information. Jean bit her lip. She didn't have it in her to meet Simone's gaze. Frankl
Simone stared at Jean with gloomy eyes, but Jean met her gaze with determination. Eventually, Simone frowned and said, "Let's go to my house first." Her voice sounded rough. "My mom's home today. Let's hear what she has to say." Jean was very grateful as she thanked her, "Thank you, Simone." Despite not keeping in touch all these years, she believed Simone still saw her as a friend. Simone knew just how complicated Jean's family was. She didn't have the right to judge her for it. They were once good friends, after all. However, the fact that Jean didn't tell Simone immediately when she went through all that upset her. "If you ever find yourself in trouble, I hope you won't ever repeat your mistake of not telling me about it," she warned Jean. After they lost contact, Simone took a long time to adjust to losing her friend. Needless to say, Emmett felt way worse. Simone's words moved Jean, and she could only nod in response. …The Walker Residence.Bertha Mora, also know
Seeing her resolve, Simone knew how desperate Jean was to escape her predicament. "Mom, it's urgent." Bertha had been in this line of work for a long time. She had seen many who didn't want to keep their child. Usually, all sorts of excuses were given, so she didn't prod Jean for her reason. Still, she liked this young woman a lot back then. She had even wished that Emmett and her would get together. It was rather upsetting for her to know that Jean wanted to get an abortion. She said, "Okay. Come to my hospital in the afternoon for an examination." She sighed and stood up from the couch, distancing herself from Jean. "If there's no problem after it, we can settle things in half an hour." Jean could see the look on Bertha's face. The woman was quite unhappy. Jean pursed her lips. She knew Bertha might have gotten the impression of her being irresponsible and uncaring.Bertha had lost any good feelings she had for her. However, now that things had happened, Jean didn't know h
Jean lay on the icy surgery table in the operating room. Bertha had already changed into a surgical gown. The nurse beside her was busy with a needle. Jean watched with her eyes wide open as the nurse walked over to her. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Hold on." Bertha heard her and shot the nurse a sidelong glance. It made the nurse stop what she was doing. Jean sat up on the operating table and looked at Bertha awkwardly. "Mrs. Walker, I'm sorry, but I need to calm down for a bit. I …" Bertha looked back at her in understanding. "Your condition is different from others, after all. It's only natural that you need more time to consider this." At last, Jean didn't go through with the abortion. When she left the operating room, Simone came to meet her. She immediately noticed how pale Jean looked. Simone sighed. She softened her voice and said, "If you really can't do it, just give birth to your child. I'll help you raise it." Jean was so touched by Simone's words that she
Tyler frowned and shot Jean a cold glance. Then, he said in a mocking tone, "It seems like you know your place and worth quite well. Your job is only to donate blood to Lilian." Jean bit her lip lightly and looked at him, feeling aggrieved. Even so, she quickly suppressed her indignation and went upstairs. A little while later, Tyler followed and entered the bedroom too.When Jean exited the bathroom and saw Tyler in the bedroom, her expression changed a little. Tyler glanced at her indifferently and walked past her into the bathroom. She stood in the doorway with a solemn expression, silent.After washing his hands, Tyler glanced at the dustbin in the corner. He wiped his hands with a tissue and stepped on the dustbin pedal to open it, then threw the tissue inside. "Are you on your period?" he asked. Jean took a deep breath. She knew that Tyler had seen the proof she had placed in the dustbin. She nodded. Her period was mostly on time, so Tyler shouldn't suspect anything.
When she spoke to Jean, Coleen's tone was exceptionally stern. It was nothing like the kind and gentle tone she used with Esme. However, Jean had long since gotten used to Coleen's attitude. She walked over with a smile and sat down on the couch. "I haven't been feeling well these days, so I slept in," said Jean.Coleen's expression darkened when she saw how unaffected Jean was by her scolding. When she was about to say something, Esme spoke up softly. "Ms. Michaels should indeed rest more." Jean was a little surprised. She didn't understand why Esme would speak up for her. After all, Esme should be very happy to see her losing face in front of Coleen.Coleen narrowed her eyes and fixed her gaze on Jean. "You've always been healthy. Why are you not feeling well all of a sudden?" Jean collected herself and saw Esme take a sip of tea with a look of amusement and satisfaction. She didn't know what tricks Esme had up her sleeve, so she kept quiet.As if something had triggered her