Semua Bab If I were Yours: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Tyler smirked at Jean. "A woman who suggested divorce is now talking about securing her status. You think I'm easily fooled?"Jean felt her heart racing under his gaze. Feeling dizzy, she stumbled backward and gripped the wall. A wave of nausea hit her. Enduring the discomfort, she hissed, "Yes! I'd like a divorce! But I decided to stay with you only because I can take advantage of the title of Mrs. Larson!" His eyes were devoid of warmth. Jean bit her lips with a look of determination. "You need my blood to save a life, and I need your reputation for my social standing. We can continue with this arrangement while leading separate lives. Doesn't that sound nice to you?"He shot her a frosty look. "You'd better remember what you said today." She gave him a light nod. "I will.""If so, come to the hospital tomorrow morning for blood donation."Her face paled upon hearing that. She had just donated blood that day. Donating again could affect her baby. "No," she refused, gritti

Chris parked the car at the hospital entrance. He wanted to open the car door for Jean but then saw that she had left the car. She quickly disappeared into the hospital. Her behavior was different from yesterday. She seemed to have accepted her fate. Chris admired her ability to adapt to the situation.Jean entered the hospital and took the elevator. He rushed after her and helped to press the button for the floor Lilian's room was on.Jean's expression never changed for the entire journey up. She left the elevator as soon as they arrived on the floor. She immediately saw two bodyguards standing outside Lilian Page's room. The other rooms on the floor seemed empty. She then realized that Tyler had hired the medical staff from the entire floor to take care of Lilian. 　　"Ms. Michaels, please come with me." A nurse immediately went up to Jean. She led her to the same room as yesterday. Jean lay down and extended her left arm in cooperation. She explained, "There's a bruise on my

"Joyce, you must recover quickly and return to the Larson Residence," Dorothy advised. "Us Michaelses are counting on you for the glory of our family." With that said, she started her incessant nagging and mocking of Jean. It was as if Joyce was her biological daughter, and Jean was a child she picked up from the streets. Jean felt hurt inside, but she forced her tears at bay and remained calm. She turned to look at Joyce. "It's not that I don't want to do something for our family. You know how Tyler is, right, Joyce? I'm afraid that he might find out about our identities." Joyce nodded in understanding and said, "I know things can be difficult for you."She glared at Dorothy and added, "If it weren't for your ridiculous decision, Jean wouldn't have needed to live such a guarded life in the Larson household. Don't mention it anymore in the future." This time, Dorothy scowled. She noticed that Joyce was holding Jean's hand. She refused to comment further and turned to leave th

"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

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