บททั้งหมดของ Getting my ex-wife back: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

"Jenna, only I have the right to say whether you deserve this or not. Come here." Vivian beckoned to her after figuring out her concerns. Jenna approached hesitantly; she was still nervous. "Jenna, only you are truly worthy of this jewelry. Listen to me. I sincerely want to give it to you. Just take it for my sake. Take it, otherwise I cannot rest in peace." Grandma Richards took her hand and tears were welling up in her eyes. "My child, the Richards family has done you wrong, including me. I did not protect you. It is not your fault that you divorced Hansen. My grandson is unworthy and stubborn. He doesn't deserve someone like you. Since you once were a member of our family, I believe that it was fate. So, I am determined to give this jewellery to you. You don't need to refuse." Vivian paused to catch her breath before continuing seriously, "Jenna, I'm not giving you this jewellery for nothing. I have some things I want you to help me with. " When Jenna heard this, s

"Jenna, where are you?" Hansen's anxious voice sounded through the phone. Jenna hadn't spoken for a long time and a poignant smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Jenna, speak, where are you?" Hansen's voice became even more anxious. He kept asking over the phone. Jenna had a sneer on her face. "I'm now in the living room of Richards Manor," she said aloud, enunciating each word slowly. After only saying a few words, she resolutely hung up the phone, turned it off, and put it back into her bag. At this instant, Hansen's phone fell to the ground as he was shocked. His heart sank immediately. The thing he feared the most finally came even though he tried to cover it up so that Jenna would not find out. In the end, she still did! Why, why didn't she listen to him? Why did she go back to Richards Manor? Wasn't she digging her own grave? He was already trying to come up with a plan, why couldn't she be more patient?

The snow barged in along with the harsh winds. Jenna would have been swallowed by the snow if she did not have her coat, keeping her warm. Standing on the stone bridge, she leaned against a pier made of stone. Under the bridge was the flowing river, its water yet to freeze, its depth unknown. She stood on the pier, staring blankly at the gushing current of the river. This was a river at the outskirts, its course traversing the whole of A city. Snowflakes filled the air; there were barely any people here in this weather. She looked at the river silently. One step forward was all it took. She would leap into the river and any pain she had would no longer exist. However, she stood, unmoving. She merely faced the river as she stared into space. Hansen came and saw her standing there, bracing the wind and snow. Her body was leaning forward slightly. "Jenna." He held his breath and felt nervous. If she had jumped, he would probably be unable to

"First, get up and change. You look horrible." Hannah glared at Jenna's pale and thin face. She helped her up with a pull and demanded her to get a change of clothes. Dragged by Hannah, Jenna could only follow her to the shower. Hannah gave her a set of cotton pajamas. After taking a relaxing shower, Jenna put the pajamas on and walked out of the bathroom. "Jenna, I have ordered some takeaway. You should eat something for now." Hannah was on the phone in the living room. When she saw her coming out, she covered the phone with her hand and told her that. Jenna had no appetite. She sat down on the sofa sickly and spaced out. After Hannah finished the call, she turned around and saw Jenna sitting there as if her soul was sucked away. She said, "I had told you to not get involved with Richards Group. But, you didn t listen. Now look at what happened, you might as well be a corpse. Are you going to continue living like this?" Jenna listened to her

The young male doctor calmly took the registration receipt from Hannah's hand and placed it on top of the pile of receipts on the table as he glanced at Jenna. Jenna, too, glanced at her receipt. It had 'Donald Colton' stated as a senior physician. She was surprised; it seemed that he was rather skilled in gynecology. A man who specialized in gynecology. Although she knew that there were more male gynecologists at present than in the past, she still felt embarrassed. "Give me your hand," Donald spoke softly. Did gynecologists usually check their patient's pulse? Jenna was puzzled but he was her doctor after all. She dismissed the thought and reached her hand over. Soon, Donald's warm fingers were placed on her wrists and he closed his eyes slightly. After a moment or two, she saw his eyebrows twitch. It felt as if her pulse started bouncing about too. She carefully examined his face but got nothing from his usual expression. Her heart began thr