Chapter 321 Fuck You, Jean Michaels

When Esme heard that, her expression shifted. She stopped rowing and looked at Jean.

"What did you just say?"

Jean was still smiling. Looking at Esme calmly, she said, "I said, I just had an abortion done. That's why I'm a little weaker. What's wrong?"

Esme was looking intensely at Jean's belly. She had no idea how to describe what she was feeling.

Surprise?

No.

It was shock.

She couldn't understand it. The report showed that Jean was in perfect condition.

Did that mean that Jean had always been weak?

Narrowing her eyes, she looked at Jean. "Why?"

Jean said calmly while smiling at her, "There's no one around here, Esme. You don't have to keep up the pretense.

"You're the one who hired Mrs. Vale, aren't you?"

Esme looked at how expressionless Jean was, stunned. She remembered that Jean had a habit of recording people, so she pursed her lips and said, "What are you talking about, Jean? Who's Mrs. Vale?"

Jean looked at the innocent look on Esme's face. She looked like she kne