All Chapters of Mr. Pamperer and His Wily Woman: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jenny was thinking of pretending to cry in front of the police before she came. But when she arrived, she could no longer pretend. Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. She knew this was a part of Jean’s plan, where she was to commit suicide. But Jean did this because she was at her wits’ end and in desperation. There was no way out for her. Every word she wrote on the suicide note was true, because she was unsure if she could still wake up tomorrow. When others were cruel to her, she was even more cruel to herself. She had burned her bridges, using her own life to pull this ruse off. Everyone who heard Jenny’s cry could feel the sadness in her. The medic had stopped the bleeding, and Jean was carried away on a stretcher. A few police officers stayed at the scene. They also took away Jean’s suicide note. When Etan and Jason arrived, they saw the medics carrying Jean out. Her eyes were closed, her face calm, as if she was just asleep. The only clue that told them she

It was 2:00 am when the door of the emergency room swung open. Jason rushed forward, ahead of Jenny. “Doctor, how… is she?” Jason’s voice was trembling. The doctor took off his mask and said, “The patient survived. She would not have made it had she been brought in a minute late.” Jenny and Jason heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. “But the patient has lost too much blood and is very weak. She needs a good rest,” the doctor said. Jason nodded vigorously. Following that, the CEO of the hospital said, “Mr. Moss, we have arranged for Miss Mitchell the best ward, the best doctors, and the best nurses.” Jason patted him on the shoulder. “As long as you take good care of her, tell me how big the expansion of the hospital you want and how much medical equipment you need, you will have it.”  The hospital COE thanked him repeatedly. Jean made it, and Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, her vision went dark, and she nearly fainted. She had to lean against the wal

Someone started to speak up. ‘How did Jean feel when she committed suicide? How disappointed was she with this world?’ ‘I feel ashamed of myself when I look back at my previous tweets. Am I the devil? How could I write such vicious words?’ ‘Jean is right; every one of us is a murderer... I want to say sorry, but I feel I am not worthy.’ Alana and Anne were only happy for a short time, and then watched public opinion shift and head in a direction that was out of their control. The police have started investigating the person who posted the maliciously edited video. What worried them even more was that even if more money was pumped in and more cyber troopers were deployed, the situation was still out of their control. Alana felt in command previously, but now things were out of her depth. She was making a phone call in the room, sounding extremely irascible. “Find out who is helping that woman!” The person on the other end of the phone sighed. “Calm down. You have als

“Mr. Mann, her eyelashes and hands are moving! You must have connected with her emotionally. She could hear you,” Tommy exclaimed. “Jean! Open your eyes. Look at me!” Robert cried out. Jean finally opened her eyes after a few seconds. “She is awake, Mr. Mann. Your daughter is awake.” Tommy was in joy. “She must have heard your call and woke up. I will alert the doctor now.” “Jean, my dear daughter, you are finally awake… Dad has come to see you.” Robert was tearful, his voice trembling. Jean stared at him blankly. “Dad… Dad…” Her voice was so hoarse that her words were almost unintelligible.　 “Yes, it’s me… it’s Dad…” “Dad... It... it hurts.” She seemed to have exhausted all her strength to say those few words. It ached for Robert to see her condition, tears flowing from his eyes. She was just like when she was a child, looking for him to comfort her after she fell. She had not fully awakened yet, as she had not realized what she had gone through. She was just l

Etan was irritable today. He got even more irritable when he thought of Jason having gone to see Jean. He would usually treat Anne like a gentleman for the sake of his grandma. But today, he did not even bother to pretend. Anne could see his impatience, of course. But she did not want to miss this opportunity. Now that Jean survived the suicide and had regained her consciousness, public opinion online gradually shifted, with more and more people calling Anne names. The less confident she was, the more desperate she was in wanting to marry Etan. Pretending to be calm, she drew her hair back to reveal her collarbones, and then leaned toward Etan. “Etan, would you like to go in for a cup of coffee? My mom has made some delicious cookies. Would you like to try them?” Etan held his breath and leaned back as soon as she drew close. “Thanks, but no thanks. Get out now.” When Anne twiddled her hair, she thought she was giving out an aromatic scent. But it smelled pungent and