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
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
Jean clenched her fists tightly and stared at her reflection for a long time. She came to a decision and left the bathroom. She decided that she could not carry Tyler's baby.The next day, Chris picked her up at the villa according to Tyler's plan. "Madam, Mr. Larson wanted me to pick you up." She took a sip of the milk without much expression at the dining table. Then, she placed the glass on the table and rose from her chair. "Let's go." She sounded at peace. There wasn't a hint of protest. Chris was surprised by the sight of the untouched breakfast. A maid also chimed in, "Madam, you haven't eaten anything since last night. Why don't you leave after having breakfast?" She shook her head. "It's fine. I don't feel like eating."She walked out of the villa without turning back. Chris hurried after her and held the car door for her. Once she sat in the back, he closed the door and started the car.Jean was quietly staring out of the window during the drive. She suddenly asked
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