Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1805

When Deanna flipped over groggily and saw that Rossie had arrived, she quickly pushed open the door and got down from the car. Jacky immediately followed suit, a coat in hand as he helped Deanna into it. She wrapped it around herself snugly, a white fur coat that was similar to Rossie's.

However, her outfit was of a cropped design, which gave her a smart look in comparison to Rossie. Although Deanna may be a few years older in age than her, Rossie's appearance within the group was like Raeleigh, who gave them the impression of a mature and restrained temperament about her.

Jepherson looked at Rossie and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Jepherson had long since seen through what kind of person Rossie was. For her to be able to anger Geraldine to death, this alone was enough to make others be wary of her.

"I'm going to have a try. If Raeleigh wants to see me, you can go back to Capital City immediately. Raeleigh will come back sooner or later, just be patient a little while longer."

"What if she did not want to meet?"

Jepherson understood what Rossie meant, that was why he posed the question.

"Then we'll have to think of another way."

Jepherson stepped aside and Rossie ambled up towards the Green House prison. Zorion, ill at ease throughout, followed closely behind her.

Once at the entrance, Rossie raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the door. It took quite a while before someone from inside opened the small window panel.

Rossie spoke from the outside, "I'm Rossie Lautner, the matriarch of the Whalen family and Raeleigh's fellow sister. I need to meet her as there's a matter that I would like to discuss with her. Please help me pass on the message."

"Wait here then."

The people inside couldn't care less. They left and returned soon after. "She won't see you. Leave." they told Rossie.

With that said, they slammed the panel shut.

Rossie slowly turned around and looked towards Jepherson, who stood in the distance with a pair of binoculars in his hand. She walked back to his side.

"I won't stop you anymore. Before I came, my father- in- law told me that the Whalen and Richards family are bound on the same branch and will live and die together."

Jepherson looked at Zorion who smiled. "You may keep an army for a thousand days and use them in all but a moment. We are brothers, our brotherhood cannot be broken."

"I remember," Jepherson said gratefully as his gaze was pulled towards the prison again. Deanna blinked twice before she pulled on Jacky and they returned to their car. She was scornful towards Jepherson, the person who wanted to kill Jacky. She wasn't that much of a fool either, how could she not hold a grudge?

"Rossie, you go back first."

Zorion helped Rossie back into the car. The interior of the car had been heated, but still wasn't as warm as home. Besides, this place had no convenient areas to get comfortable in, it was best not to add to the crowded space.

Zorion sent Rossie back. When they returned to the Whalen family residence, he left Jaird and Fehmen behind for her. Only in this way could he feel at ease.

However, Rossie first sent Zorion to the Richards family to notify them. Otherwise, if anything happened, it would only be troublesome.

Zorion went to the Richards family's house overnight. When he saw Hansen, he proceeded to explain what had happened.

Hansen sat on the sofa, lost in his thoughts. As expected, there was something going on. Jenna became a little anxious. She clenched her fists tightly and looked at Zorion, who stood across from them, "You weren't pulling our legs earlier? A child was really about to be thrown down?"

"I'm not too sure about this. When I arrived, the child had already been taken away. Rossie had sounded them out by wanting to see Raeleigh, but they refused her request."

Jenna's palms were sweaty. She knew Raeleigh's temper very well. If it was really her doing who knows what behind the scenes, she definitely wouldn't want to see Rossie.

"Zorion, what did Jerry say?" Jenna asked in distress.

"Jepherson didn't say much. The child must be returned. Based on the current situation, Austin has no intentions to give the child back to us, hence it's certain we wouldn't come to an agreement."

"If the three families are united, do we have a certainty of success?"

"I'm not sure. The Green House Prison is made of iron and steel. I heard from Deanna that Cedric and Heitor were taken away in a military aircraft. This means that the prison itself isn't that simple. Not only are there criminals, there are other unknowns as well."

"I understand. You may leave first," Jenna mumbled as she sat to one side in a fretful state. She could no longer calm down.

Zorion glanced at Hansen before he turned to head back outside the Richards family manor.

After some time, Hansen slowly looked at Jenna beside him. "You already knew?"

Jenna just as slowly returned the look to Hansen. "Do you know why this is happening?"

Hansen didn't answer. Jenna continued, "It's because the Richards family is not a place that can hold Raeleigh down, nor her child. However, Jerry would definitely want children. She was so fearful, that she was willing to send the child over to that kind of place and unwilling to have us bring the child back.

The Doyle family was despicable, but we are even more despicable.

It was us who didn't give Raeleigh any sense of security, and it was us who made Raeleigh feel scared. If it weren't so, how could she have made such a reckless move and chose this sort of path to tread on?" "Are you blaming me for not handling this whole situation?"

"Do I not have the right?"

Hansen averted his face, "She's my mother. Do you want me to be the type of son who would anger their own mother?

She rarely comes around anymore within this period of time. She really has changed now.

Just give her a little more time."

"I don't believe that she has changed. This time I will not accommodate you. I will not harm people, but I don't want others to hurt me in turn. If she really has changed, I will pretend that none of this

happened. But if she stages a comeback, I can only fight back."

Jenna stood up then and stood in front of her husband. "Hansen, I know you're in a difficult position. One side is your son and the other side is your mother. However, I don't wish for Raeleigh and Shaney to be harmed because of this situation."

"Shaney?"

Hansen sat up straight and looked at Jenna. Jenna's face softened when she mentioned Shaney, "She's a girl and is very cute. She looks more like Raeleigh than Jerry, but there are some parts that do look like Jerry's. She's already three years old."

Hansen stared at her. "Why didn't you tell me, woman?"

"How can you talk to me like that? What do you mean by 'didn't tell me'? Do you think I'm willing to do that? Isn't it because there's no home for Shaney to go back to? What can you do even if I told you? Should you happily announce this matter, Marisss will abhor it. If something did happen, what are you going to do?"

Jenna was angered to the point of tears, while Hansen was cowed into silence.

"All right, don't cry. Everything's all right now, I'll go over and see the situation there in a little while."

"You think you are God and that you will be of use if you go there? That is a prison under the government's jurisdiction. It's not a place you can go just because you said so. Better to pray at home if you truly had the intention." Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenna broke out into a strangled sob once she finished, and rushed back into her room. By the time Hansen fully turned around, she was already inside.

He stood up and knocked against the door.

"What are you crying for? Is it useful to cry now?" Hansen couldn't bear to see her cry so, hence he stood at the door and kept knocking.

Jenna sat inside, her gaze fixed on her youngest son. She cried non-stop as she was so sad. All these years, and she had never been as sad as she was now.

Her youngest son turned out this way, neither her daughter-in-law or grandchild could come back even though there's a house...was this man still the same Hansen Richards as before?