"That brat Jean is so problematic. It's because your grandmother raised her. Thank goodness I was determined to keep you with me." Back then, the Michaels family wasn't as affluent as today, so raising Joyce alone was already a burden. They had to send their less-outstanding daughter, Jean, off to the countryside. Eventually, the Michaels family rose in power and influence because of Joyce's accomplishments. It strengthened Dorothy's belief that Joyce was their hope and future. Jean, left in the countryside, was thus forgotten. Dorothy had only brought her home because she was accepted to a university in Henkel. A wave of hatred flashed across Joyce's eyes as she listened to Dorothy's words. She felt that all her family ever achieved today was because of her. Jean didn't deserve to even be compared to her. However, if Jean gave her full cooperation this time, she would willingly pay for her to leave Henkel. If Jean refused, she would definitely make her regret it her whole
Jean smiled as she looked at Esme. She was about to turn and leave when she saw Tyler walking out of the elevator. "What are you two doing?" he asked when he noticed Esme sitting on the floor and Jean standing in front of her. His expression darkened as he walked toward them. He stopped beside Esme and offered a hand to help her up. Seeing his outstretched hand, Esme teared up and placed one hand in his. After helping Esme up, he turned to look at Jean. "What happened here?" he asked with a frown. Jean glanced over cooly at him. "No matter how charming Lilian is, you should at least treat everyone equally," she said mockingly. "Otherwise, Ms. Esme here would come to me and cause trouble again." Esme took a sharp breath and shook her head. "That's not true, Tyler. She's slandering me." Jean's expression remained unchanged as she replied, "Esme, you didn't look so like this when you mocked me just now. Why are you pretending to be so pathetic now?" Tyler's frown deepened
Chris drove Jean back to Oakside Villa. Jean was silent the entire drive and refused to utter a single word. He thought she would do anything to pry him for some news about Lilian. However, she appeared as though she didn't care. She never asked him about it. When they arrived, Jean had barely even sat on the couch when a maid came over. The maid was holding a bowl of broth and other supplements."Madam, Mr. Larson said you need to recuperate these few days. So, please finish this bowl of broth while it's hot," she said. Jean's expression changed the moment she saw the layer of oil floating on the surface of the broth. Once again, she felt nauseous. Her brow knitted together, and her hands tightened into fists. "Take it away," she said, her voice low. Right then, she bent over and dry-heaved. Seeing this, the servant paled and asked, "Madam, are you okay? I'll call for the family doctor to check up on you." She picked up the phone and started to make the call. However, Jea
Tyler's voice was harsh and cold. Layla held her breath and stood aside. She didn't have the nerve to leave the room anymore. Jean watched as he entered the room. A shadow crept across her face. She mocked, "Even if you don't let me take any medicine, you still can't use my blood for the time being anyways. No one knows if my blood is contaminated." Lilian's condition was really weak. Her body needed blood transfusions to function properly. If the blood she received was contaminated, she would certainly suffer. Tyler's face darkened at Jean's words. He walked to her and stopped beside her. He grabbed her arm as he said coolly, "Are you doing this on purpose?" Jean furrowed her brows at her arm, which was in his hold. She looked at Tyler and felt her heart enveloped in a layer of frost. "Yes," she said. "I wanted to get a fever and fall sick so she won't be able to use my blood." Tyler's grip on her arm tightened. He glowered at her. "Are you purposely trying to cause trouble
Layla had just gone downstairs when Albert called to have the family doctor come over. Jean followed behind her. There was a slight change in her eyes when she heard him making the call. Tyler was prepared and had backup. The cool-headedness she had just now vanished in an instant. She started getting anxious. Had Tyler found out something? She tried to calm down as she made her way downstairs and sat on the couch. It was not long before the doctor arrived. Jean looked pale. Her lipstick had faded away, which made her look even more frail. The doctor took out a thermometer and gave it to Layla. His tone was calm and soothing when he said, "Take her temperature." Layla took the thermometer and approached Jean. Jean sat silently on the couch after placing the thermometer.The doctor then glanced at her and said, "Madam, allow me to take your pulse." Jean was worried. The Larsons' family doctors were all highly experienced. This one would surely figure out that she was pregna
"Madam, you should eat something. Layla's getting the medicine from the family doctor." Jean realized that she hadn't eaten well for the past two days, so she nodded and agreed. Even if she was unwell and had lost her appetite, she still had to try to eat a little. Otherwise, no one in the household would show her sympathy. Nor would they take responsibility if her condition worsened. She stood up and made her way to the dining room. She sat down by the dining table.Staring at the bland food before her, she finally took a deep breath. Even if she didn't feel like eating, she had to force herself to fill her stomach. Albert left Jean alone and left the dining room after watching her start eating. Not long after that, he received a call from Tyler. He wasted no time to answer the call. "Mr. Tyler," he greeted. "How is she?" Tyler's voice sounded cool and indifferent from the other end of the line. Albert stole a glance at Jean in the dining room. He said, "The family doctor
Joyce could hear the strain in Jean's voice when she answered her. She secretly sighed in relief. "Thank you, Jean," she said. Jean fell silent and didn't reply. The two didn't speak after that. In the end, Joyce was the one to end the call. It left Jean staring at her phone with mixed feelings. She lay on the bed, and the little bit of drowsiness she felt completely vanished after the call. Nausea hit her again and again, making her fall in and out of sleep.Midnight.Jean thought she could feel someone caressing her forehead. She opened her eyes slowly, but everything was pitch black before her. She felt like she was in a dream. The man was gentle with her when he stroked her head, afraid of waking her up. Jean felt heat rush up her cheeks. There was someone in front of her. Instinctively, she said, "I need some water." The hand on her face froze momentarily before pulling away. The lights suddenly switched on, startling Jean awake. Tyler stood before her with a cold expr
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