Dorothy looked at Jean and said firmly, "Jean is asleep now. Tyler, Joyce mentioned that she didn't sleep well last night and isn't feeling too good. You should bring her home. You can visit Jean next time."Dorothy looked nervous. She gave Jean a warning look, hoping she would follow her lead. Tyler raised an eyebrow and looked at Jean. "You're not feeling good?" When she heard his question, Jean looked up at him. She saw no concern in his eyes at all, only mocking.Before she could reply, Dorothy said, "She said she had a headache. Take her home and let her rest." Tyler laughed. He looked away from Jean and said, "Since Joyce isn't feeling well, I'll take her home."Tyler's arm was still firmly around Jean, and he had a concerned look on his face. It made Dorothy feel uneasy. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or worried about it. Dorothy gave a small, tense nod. Then, she watched as Tyler pulled Jean away. Once they disappeared from her sight, she took a deep breath
Jean stiffened, but she regained her composure quickly. "What's that got to do with you? If you don't like it, just get a …" She trailed off when she remembered that Joyce was now awake.Now that Joyce was awake, she had no right to decide on the divorce.Tyler's gaze darkened. He tightened his grip on her waist, almost squeezing her stomach. Jean's expression twisted in pain and shock. She resisted the urge to protect her stomach. "What's up with you now?" she asked, displeased. Tyler sneered. "Something is up with you. Your sister's just woken up, and you're trying to divorce me? Aren't you afraid that I might cut off your family's source of income and ruin your father's company?"His face was calm, but his words were cruel and cold. "The Michaelses owe their success to me. Here in Henkel, all I need to do is move a finger, and your family will be ruined. You will never get away from me." His voice was like a bucket of cold water thrown over Jean. It chilled her to the bon
Hearing Esme's mocking tone, Jean realized she and Joyce hadn't gotten along. Jean raised her head and said, "How do you know that? Even if I won't be his wife for long, at least I was his wife once. What about you? You don't even have the chance, Ms. Page. Isn't that more laughable?" Esme got angry at her words. She looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with all her hackles up. "Joyce Michaels! I haven't seen you for three years, but you're as infuriating as ever! It should've been you hurt in that accident, not your sister!"Jean froze. Her expression shifted into fear. When the accident happened three years ago, the Michaels family had kept it quiet. This way, Jean could assume Joyce's identity and marry Tyler in her place. Esme's knowledge about the accident surprised Jean. She grew suspicious. "You … knew my sister?"Jean had always kept a low profile, even in her own home. She observed Esme carefully. Esme realized that she had misspoken as well and s
As Tyler spoke, he grabbed Jean and dragged her into the ward. He pinned her against the bed, pulling her sleeves up so the doctor could draw her blood. Jean gritted her teeth and struggled. "Let go of me, Tyler!"Esme was stunned for a moment. Then, malice flashed through her eyes as she went up and helped Tyler to restrain Jean. She took the opportunity to exact her revenge. The doctor brought his tools hurriedly. Jean felt a prick on her arm, along with the coldness of the needle.Esme watched excitedly as Jean's blood flowed into the syringe. Her grip on Jean's hand tightened. "Tyler won't hurt you as long as you stay still, Ms. Michaels. You were the one who agreed to donate your blood to my sister. That's why Tyler agreed to give you the life you have now. Why are you going back on your word?" Hearing this, Jean felt alarmed. She formed a guess in her head. Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. She calmed down and said to Tyler seriously, "Let me go."Tyler's gr
As soon as Jean stepped through the doors, she felt dizzy. Mrs. Jones was doing her chores. She noticed Jean and immediately came up and supported her so she wouldn't fall. "Are you feeling unwell, Miss?"Mrs. Jones had accompanied Jean to the Larson family when she married Tyler. Even though she was supposed to help her, she was a spy sent to keep an eye on Jean.Dorothy had never trusted her even though she was the one who had told her to impersonate Joyce and marry Tyler. Jean pulled away from Mrs. Jones and said coldly, "I'm fine." She sounded calm and collected, as she always did.Mrs. Jones looked at her pale face and smiled awkwardly. "You don't look well, Miss. Is it because you're about to have your period?"Jean froze, but she soon regained her composure. She hadn't expected Mrs. Jones to keep track of her period for the past three years. "Maybe. My stomach feels a little upset. I'm going upstairs to rest. Let me know when dinner's ready." After saying that, Jean
Half an hour later, the security guards finished searching the staff quarters. They returned to the living room. "We did not find your lost jewelry, Madam."Jean raised an eyebrow.Mrs. Jones hastily said, "Miss, did you drop it somewhere and forget about it? Let me help you find it. It wouldn't be good to accuse someone—"Before she could finish, one of the maids, who Mrs. Jones had scolded before, spoke up. "You haven't checked Mrs. Jones' room." Mrs. Jones' expression changed. She turned to the maid who had spoken and said loudly, "What are you saying? I came to the Larson family with the Miss! Why would I steal her things?" The maid glared back at her. "How would I know? Your room's the only one that hasn't been searched."For the past three years, Mrs. Jones acted like she was better than the other staff. It was all because she was sent with Jean when she married Tyler. As a consequence, she had offended quite a lot of people. Jean was glad to see things play out the w
"What are you trying to do, Jean?" Dorothy asked as soon as the maid left Jean's room. She looked at Jean with loathing. "How does firing Mrs. Jones benefit you?"Jean was used to her mother's attitude toward her. Calmly, she sat up and said, "Mom, I thought you had something important to talk to me about. Is this just about a thieving housekeeper? I didn't fire Mrs. Jones. She was the one who stole and broke Tyler's rules."Oakside Villa had rules that were set by Tyler. Dorothy knew that, thanks to all the information Mrs. Jones had given her. She stared at Jean's calm expression and gritted her teeth. "Couldn't you stop him?"Jean's expression didn't change at all. She continued staring at Dorothy. "You might not know this, Mom, but Tyler is seeing another woman he brought home from abroad. Plenty of people are out there waiting for my downfall. They want something they can use against me. Are you sure you want someone like Mrs. Jones around me, around Joyce?"Dorothy frow
Tyler stood at the bedroom entrance with a taut face as he stared at Dorothy. "For a while now."Dorothy freaked out a little more upon hearing the answer. Jean quickly walked up to her mom and said calmly, "Mom, go home. I'll visit Jean when I have the time."Dorothy composed herself and nodded as she walked past Tyler. She went down from the second floor and felt relieved when Tyler didn't call out to her. Maybe he didn't hear their conversation, and she was nervous for nothing. She hurriedly left Oakside Villa without even looking back. Jean watched Dorothy leave. Then, she turned to Tyler with a smile. "I thought you wouldn't come home for a while." He stared at the demure woman with a sharp and curious gaze. She pursed her lips and handled his scorching gaze with calmness. She asked, "What's going on?"She didn't know if Tyler had overheard her conversation with Dorothy. But she couldn't look suspicious to Tyler after how Dorothy behaved strangely. Tyler was always wary a