Lahat ng Kabanata ng Getting my ex-wife back: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

"Oh, according to what you said, this appears to be Jenna's fault. She has cast aside her dignity, isn't that so?" Sara asked contemptuously, her tone becoming more serious. "If she had the choices, would she be willing to give up on her beloved man, abandon her family, and wander around all alone? Who would be so foolish to the point that they take that for granted? What's more, at that time, you had already divorced. What reason did she have to stay with you? And please don't tell me to my face that you are not divorced!" Hansen lowered his head, guilt sweeping over him. "Plus, I've heard that Aria once spent ten million dollars to get rid of the child in Jenna's womb. In that case, anyone would tremble with fright upon hearing the news, much less my own daughter. She's just an ordinary woman. Is it wrong for her to protect herself? You said that you loved Jenna. Then, let me ask you. Since you loved her, four years ago, why did you force her to wander around across the g

Jenna held Jerry in her arms and slept soundly. The previous night was a sleepless one for her. With her arms embracing Jerry closely, more than half of her face was covered by her beautiful hair. Even so, Hansen could make out the sadness on her pale face, as well as the swelling and puffiness around her eyes. He felt a pang of heartache. The mother-son duo embraced each other, inseparably and intimately. It was a family connection between them. Hansen recalled what Jenna had said, "Hansen, please let Jerry go, I beg of you! Jerry belongs to me. He is my life. If I lose him, how am I going to live for the rest of my life?" He pursed his lips. Pain could be seen in his eyes. Slowly, he walked towards her, and caressed her face. "Jenna, Jerry is your life, but both you and Jerry are my life. If I lose the two of you, how am I going to live for the rest of my life?" He thought to himself. He continued. "You only think about yourself, but what abo

Just when Sergio was letting his imagination run wild, Yadriel spoke again. "Sergio, do you know who Lilian Garver is?" "Lilian Garver?" Sergio frowned as he thought, then a smile was plastered on his face. "Is that the woman who has a great influence in the international finance industry, and even the political circles in the Middle East?" Yadriel's eyes darted around as he listened. A bright light flashed in the depth of his gaze. "Yes, that's her. She is now over 70 years old. She has no children and is all alone. However, as far as I know, she was a famous star when she was young, and she was from A City. She married a foreigner, who was a very well-known politician, and gave birth to a daughter. However, for some reason they got a divorce. Since then, she fully dedicated her life to politics. She never remarried again. This woman is very skillful. She has made a name for herself in international politics, and possessed the veto power in global meetings. Therefore

"You're still having a slight fever," she said softly. "Let's stop playing and get some rest, okay?" Jenna tidied up the things and picked Jerry up. Jenna carried Jerry into the bedroom and put him on the bed. Perhaps he was really exhausted, because not long after he was put on the bed, he fell asleep. Jenna covered him with a blanket and touched his forehead worriedly. She couldn't be rest assured, because after all, he had been discharged from the hospital before he even recovered. "Don't worry." Hansen came in the room and reached out to hold her hand. He said in a soft voice, "The team of professionals is coming here now. It will only take one or two hours for them to arrive. Let's get something to eat first. We'll need the energy to take care of Jerry later." His voice was very soft and soothing. This gentle and considerate side of Hansen had not been shown before. He was totally different from his bossy, dictatorial past. Now that he had been showing this

Sergio was taken aback by his words. Soon, he raised his head and turned to look at Yadriel. A confident smile was etched on his face. "Don't worry, Dad. I am your son! Believe me, I will make sure you're satisfied with the outcome, but meanwhile you must give me the freedom to make my own choices." "Very well. You're a big boy now. It's only expected that you know how to make choices and take responsibility," spoke Yadriel in a muffled voice as he took the hot towel handed over by the servant to wipe the corners of his mouth gently. Sergio pursed his thin lips. A faint smirk appeared. At that moment, a housekeeper walked up to them, cautiously informing them. "Mr. Xanthe, there are two people outside, who go by the names Kyrie and Eamon, asking to see you." Yadriel's eyes widened ever so slightly before he instructed the housekeeper. "Bring them to the study." "Yes, sir," responded the housekeeper dutifully before he left. "Dad, it seems that