Regardless of whether Alice was ashamed or not, Jenna gave a damn. Alice struggled as she saw the woman tear the bandage off her bandaged left leg.
The temperature in the ward fell to below zero all of a sudden.
Jenna scoffed as she observed Alice's leg being watched.
“Wow, it's so terrible that not even a drop of blood is running out. If I arrived a little later, I'm worried that your ‘wound’ will totally heal.”
“Jenna! You... Rex, it's not like that... It's only that I'm feeling weak right now and will recover better with a blood transfusion.”
The man turned to look at Alice. As she frantically explained, her heart raced.
Four to five times a month, you get hurt. You're attempting to drain my blood, in my opinion. You won't have another chance like this in the future. “Jenna added in a chilly tone. Arrange for Rex to wed another fool to become your new mobile blood bank.
Jenna snorted after that and walked out of the ward without turning around.
Jenna collapsed on a bench in the hallway as she slammed the door to the ward shut, feeling depressed and as like the entire world had abandoned her.
Tears streamed down Jenna's eyes as she pulled out her phone and mumbled, "I'll try my hardest to make a call," her voice choking with exhaustion.
“Big brother….”
Only hearing her voice, the other person sighed quietly. His tone was gracious. “I'll come get you, where are you?"
A few minutes later, the unconscious woman was gently carried out of the hospital by a noble and elegant man who was in the company of a group of enigmatic men dressed in black.
With a dejected expression, Rex dragged the attending physician out of the ward. He was furious, as seen by his black eyes.
“Is this the quality of professionalism in your hospital? A serious leg injury?! Is a blood transfusion really necessary for scraped skin?”
Rex delivered a chilling performance. He felt guiltier and more intensely experienced that peculiar feeling in his heart every time he remembered Jenna's frail condition following her blood donation.
The doctor trembled and no longer dared to keep the truth from him.
"Mr. Hidalgo, we will never dare to do this again. It was Ms. Florence's command. It has nothing to do with our hospital. She said you agreed to all of the blood transfusions. Every time Ms. Jenna contributed blood, you were also there.”
‘Alice Florence Did I treat her too kindly? Just because of that picture, Jenna insisted on getting a divorce. Has she been misinformed about my friendship with Alice?’
Rex reasoned that he could simply explain it to her in that situation. Despite not feeling any passion for his wife, he had always been devoted to their union and was content with the way things were. He therefore had no problem continuing in this manner for the rest of their lives.
He had never considered getting a divorce since they got married, at least.
If Jenna wasn't happy with his connection with Alice, he may separate himself from Alice.
Rex believed that if they resolved this minor issue, their marriage would still be salvageable.
When he tried to call Jenna on her phone, it was off.
Rex drew the security who was standing at the door, his brows furrowed furiously. A little while later, the nervous bodyguard was in front of him.
"Mr. Hidalgo, the hospital's security footage was suddenly compromised ten minutes ago, and despite searching the entire facility, we are unable to locate the young madam anywhere.”
Rex scowled, even more, his thin lips curled into a tight line. He experienced an unexplainable emotion surge in his chest as he recalled Jenna signing the divorce agreement without hesitation. His deep, dark eyes had an unfathomable, impenetrable quality.
"Where can she go now that the divorce is final? She is financially disadvantaged.
His heart felt exceedingly uneasy, and the unpleasant feeling that usually dogged him became more severe at the notion of her leaving so abruptly.
"Get someone to look for her, and let me know as soon as you do."
"How could she switch off her phone in such a manner? She certainly stepped out of line! '
I agree, sir.
Rex did not want to admit that this woman, who was no longer his wife, had caused him to experience a moment of anxiety.
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The lavishly adorned room's limited-edition expensive Italian furniture felt familiar to Jenna. Her tears began to fall as soon as she opened her eyes and saw the lavish chamber that she had not seen in a while.
"This is my bedroom,"
It's simply a divorce; why are you crying? Do you believe the Anderson family won't be able to support you?
Her ears were filled with a wise and stern voice. Jenna cried even more and looked over with pained eyes.
Marcus Anderson, the fabled Chairman of the Anderson Empire, who had the power to quake New York City with the sole of his foot, was standing in Jenna's room, appearing regal and haughty.
"Dad..."
The announcement came with the kind of weight that reshaped futures. Jenna Anderson stood before her board and her family, her voice steady and resolute as she declared: "J&J's next step will be in Paris. A headquarters at the heart of Europe. We are no longer just a domestic powerhouse — we are international."Applause filled the room, but beneath it lay tension. Rex, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, watched Jenna intently. He had argued against this trip in private meetings, warning of the dangers. Yet Jenna, with her usual resolve, barely acknowledged his concerns. Their relationship was strained and distant, and though Rex's unease was genuine, Jenna's path was already chosen. She wasn't the kind of woman to let anyone — not even him — dictate her next move.Later, when the boardroom emptied, Jenna lin
The success of the J&J project rippled far beyond Anderson Tower. It echoed through the Anderson estate, where Jenna’s father gathered Gino, Kelvin, and Melvin at the long mahogany table. They had never been ambitious rivals, nor fractured by distance or pride. Each of them simply chose different paths and professions, following their own passions. But this time, they united together — because of Jenna’s return and their hope of helping her rebuild her strength and name. The triumph of J&J was not just hers; it was theirs, a chance to stand with her in solidarity.Her father, stern but proud, spoke first. “The world finally sees what I’ve always known. My children are builders. Jenna, you carried the weight of shame and did not bend. Melvin, you chose to step into the light, and in doing so, you gave strength not only to your sister but to this family.”Gino leaned forward, his voice tight with suppressed emotion.
The morning after the breakthrough announcement, Anderson Tower felt like the beating heart of the business world. Phones rang non-stop. Emails poured in from every corner of the globe. Investors who had once distanced themselves during the scandals now fought for a seat at Jenna Anderson’s table.“Fifty-two requests for private meetings in less than twelve hours,” Lucas reported, scrolling through his tablet with wide eyes. “Europe, Asia, even South America. They’re lining up with checks in hand.”Tiara chirped happily on Jenna’s desk, her glowing eyes blinking. “Mama, this is record-breaking! Everyone wants to join the J&J wave!”Jenna allowed herself a small, firm smile. “Then we’ll give them more than a wave. We’ll give them a revolution.”Days later, the siblings arrived at an international technology expo in Berlin, where the world’s brightest innovators gathered to unveil their visions. Melvin, usually quiet and hidden behind lab doors, walked beside Jenna with a calm confidenc
The night before Jenna’s bold morning announcement, her phone buzzed with an unexpected call. Marydel’s voice, hurried but thrilled, came through the line.“Jenna, you need to hear this. The J&J project… It’s not just holding steady. It’s exploding. And it’s thanks to your Melvin.”Jenna blinked, fatigue from the day’s battles giving way to sharp focus. “Melvin?”“Yes, Melvin,” Marydel said, breathless. “He’s been quietly advising us for weeks, through me. At first, I didn’t even know how brilliant he was — he just kept giving me solutions whenever I hit a wall. Last night, he officially joined the project team. His prototypes… Jenna, they’re revolutionary. Investors are already reaching out.”Jenna leaned back in her chair, hand pressed to her forehead. She knew Melvin was brilliant, the Anderson sibling who preferred labs over boardrooms, science over politics. But for him to commit to J&J meant everything.“Put him on,” Jenna said softly.The line shifted, and then came Melvin’s st
The bar's dim light cast shadows across Alice's face, her expression brittle with fury. Beside her, Veronica swirled a glass of champagne, her elegance intact despite the sting of the boardroom."She humiliated me," Veronica hissed, nails drumming on the glass. "Exposing me in front of the board, in front of every whispering shareholder. My influence is fractured because of her."Alice leaned forward, eyes sharp. "We underestimated her. We thought the forged files would corner her. Instead, she turned it around and dragged your name into the fire."Veronica's lips curved in a brittle smile. "And now the papers call her a fighter. They pity her. They admire her resilience. If we don't strike harder, she'll rise even higher."Alice gritted her teeth. "Then we strike harder. She may have scraped through this round, but wars aren't decided in one board meeting."The two women clinked glasses — a pact sealed again, though cracks of mistrust already ran between them.Jenna walked into Ander
The forged signature haunted Jenna through the night. Her father’s name was inked onto a contract he had never touched, a weapon meant not only to destroy her reputation but to fracture her family’s trust. It was an attack designed with surgical cruelty.Jenna sat at her desk in the penthouse, the city lights cold against the glass walls. Tiara perched on the edge of the desk, eyes glowing softly, projecting data streams across the room.“Mama, look here,” Tiara chirped, highlighting subtle inconsistencies in the supposed contracts. “See? The handwriting program they used isn’t perfect. Too even. Your father’s pen pressure isn’t like this.”Jenna leaned closer, studying the projection. Tiara was right. The loops and flourishes of the forged signature were immaculate — too immaculate. Real handwriting had soul, variation, and hesitation. This was machine-made.Her jaw set. She whispered to herself, “If they want to use my father against me, I’ll make sure they choke on their own lies.”