All Chapters of If I were Yours: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The dinner came to an end.Jean was not forced to drink, so she remained very sober throughout the evening.After a busy day, she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She said goodbye to the other actors and drove back to her place alone.She drove her car into the underground parking lot of the residential complex, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.However, she had taken only a few steps when someone grabbed her hair from behind.The person behind her had suddenly pulled, causing Jean to stagger back a few steps. She fell to the ground, and when she turned to look at who it was, she was momentarily stunned.Barnabas glared at Jean with a fierce expression on his face, muttering curses under his breath."I let you escape abroad and live in hiding for a few years, yet now you have the audacity to return to the country?"Jean frowned, about to resist. But a slap came down on her the next second.Barnabas's slap was merciless, aimed straight for Jean's face.

Tyler merely glanced at her with the corner of his eye before withdrawing his gaze. He approached Jean's hospital bed."Do you feel unwell anywhere?"Tyler asked in a low and caring tone. It was a stark contrast to his earlier attitude toward Joyce.Jean saw Tyler approaching with his gentle and concerned gaze, which made her furrow her brows.Dorothy's eyes on Jean were filled with intense hostility, as if she wanted to devour her alive."My son-in-law, it must have been inconvenient for you to come here. Jean's injuries aren't severe. You have a busy schedule. It's best not to spend too much time here."As Dorothy spoke, she took a step forward. She attempted to block Tyler from getting closer to Jean.Tyler's gaze turned icy as he glanced at her, and Dorothy was startled by his expression. She took a step back.Before she could react, she heard Tyler’s stern voice."Mrs. Dorothy, you're getting old. And your memory isn't what it used to be. In fact, I divorced Joyce five ye

Now, Jean was no longer the timid country girl who had first arrived in the city, eager to please everyone around her.Dorothy took a deep breath, unable to comprehend why Jean had changed so drastically.She didn't show a hint of self-reflection. Instead, her dissatisfaction with Jean had reached its peak."Don't think you can show off in front of the Michaels family just because you've achieved a little success now. Your sister achieved more before she even reached adulthood."Jean raised an eyebrow, her gaze icy."You can just act as if you never had a daughter like me."As Dorothy left Jean's hospital ward, her face was flushed with anger.Jean, on the other hand, remained remarkably calm. Even with Dorothy’s departure, her emotions remained largely unaffected.On the other hand, Joyce learned that Jean was unwilling to forgive Barnabas and that he would remain to be detained. It caused her to become visibly upset.However, she wasn’t as angry as Dorothy. She said quietly,

Tristan noticed Emmett's arrival and heard his straightforward manner of speaking. Realizing Jean's discomfort, he took a deep breath to maintain his composure. He said, "I'll go wash my hands first. Carry on with your conversation."He then headed toward the door.Jean had intended to ask Tristan not to leave, but just when she was about to say something, he had already reached the door.There was another man standing at the doorway now.This man was dressed in a black suit, and his expression was stern. It was as if someone owed a million bucks.Jean looked at the person at the door, her expression subtly changing. She bit her lip without saying a word.Tyler stood to the side with an unpleasant expression, his gaze coldly sweeping over Jean before shifting to Emmett."I hope I'm not interrupting your conversation."With a knowing look, he took a seat nearby without any hint of embarrassment or hesitation.Jean pursed her lips, feeling the air around them becoming incredibly

As the doctor left Jean’s ward, he reminded Jean to take along her belongings.　　He then proceeded to complete Jean’s discharge process.When Jean began packing after receiving her discharge papers, she noticed Tyler's documents left behind in her ward.　　She was momentarily lost in thought as she stared at Tyler’s elegant signature on the documents.　　She had always known that Tyler’s handwriting was good.　　His writing was graceful and sophisticated, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.　　The size of each letter was uniform and pleasing to the eye.　　Folding the documents, Jean intended to take them to the nurse’s station. Just then, her phone rang, and it was Chris.　　"Ms. Michaels."　　Chris’ voice was tinged with urgency, and Jean could guess the reason for the call.　　She replied, "Hello, Chris. There’s a stack of documents left in the ward, and I'm—"　Chris interrupted her, "Ms. Michaels, the documents are incredibly urgent. We’re about to receive the clients in 15