Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 188

Hansen narrowed his eyes. Christopher had been hungry for achievements. For the sake of his track record, he might very well care about himself only and risk ruining their plan. Hansen could not just sit there and wiggle his toes while waiting for news. He still had to have certain details for the revenge. He could do nothing except to avenge Jenna and give her a proper answer. He was at the end of his wits to gain her forgiveness.

Time passed by and night came. He still had the yellow envelope in his hand, unmoving.

Vivian had sent someone to hand the envelope over to him. It was not until this moment that he found out she was also investigating the case secretly.

"Hansen, I am old and no longer capable of helping with the case. I leave the rest of the investigation to you. Jenna is a good girl and she deserves the truth.

I hope you'll do your best to bring her justice." She had called him on the phone and explained everything she did. He was stunned.

It turned out that she had been aware of a lot of things all along. It was shocking to know that an old woman like her already had her hands on this case for a long time!

Maybe, Christopher knew about it too. Otherwise, why was he dropping hints like that?

Hansen thought that he was clever but he turned out to be the dumbest of them all.

He gripped the envelope tightly in his hand. Several hours passed but he remained hesitant in opening it.

After Alvin left, he sat in the dark, lost in his thoughts. The petite body that once embraced him and gave him warmth was nowhere to be found. It was a foreign memory, a foreign sensation, as if a dream that he was slowly waking up from.

The thought of not having Jenna by his side ached his heart.

It was not until late night that he made the decision to open the envelope.

A line of words came into view. It was Vivian's handwriting. He was amazed that his 90-year-old grandmother wrote it by hand. It was a line from a poem, "From the same root they were born, torture amongst left cruelty and forlorn."

Having read the one sentence was enough to strike him hard in the guts.

He looked through the files inside and his hands started to shake.

He was right. Norton had something to do with this!

He boiled with anger as he read through his well-hidden misconduct!

His men had been following Norton but they did not find any suspicious information. Despite that, his grandmother managed to dig up the dirt he had done. Norton concealed it so perfectly that it slipped through his grasp.

He had plotted Javon Murphy's incident.

On the night before Javon ran for director of the office, Norton had secretly worked with Brock to design the car accident so that he would become director instead.

Despicable!

Hansen felt a buzz in his head. His expression was awful, apparent with burning rage.

D*mn it!

How could he be so cruel?

It was not that he had not suspected Norton but they found no evidence. Nevertheless, he was the most suspicious and he had the motive to commit the crime. If they were to say that Norton had plotted Javon's death, everyone would probably believe it.

D*mn. He clenched his teeth, fire blazing in his eyes.

His phone rang in the darkness. It was from Jordan.

"Mr. Richards, I have something to tell you," Jordan cut to the chase. The police were given a direct order from the higher ranks to solve this case as soon as possible, hence he had to do his best to finish the investigation. And so he did, day and night.

"Speak," Hansen said in a low voice.

"I have restored the engine of that car. It was Pranica, Richards Group's luxury car," Jordan said flatly after a pause.

"Okay." The news was no surprise to Hansen.

"Also, after checking the fingerprints on the car and retrieving surveillance videos in a few intersections, we find Norton very suspicious. Therefore, we will be forming a task force to investigate him tomorrow. I'm just calling to inform you about this beforehand." Jordan hesitated when he spoke about Norton.

Hansen's eyebrows furrowed as his expression darkened. He stared at the line written by his grandmother, "From the same root they were born, torture amongst left cruelty and forlorn."

He kept thinking of Norton's face that resembled him slightly. His heart was so burdened by the truth that he could not breathe.

"Alright. Do follow your procedures. You must not protect him for the sake of the Richards family but you should not wrong him either. Please interrogate him fairly with the appropriate methods," Hansen spoke with difficulty.

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards. Under my watch, we would never accuse an innocent person nor would we let a bad person off the hook," Jordan replied frankly.

"Okay, good." A bitter smile appeared on Hansen's face. He placed the phone down weakly.

He recalled what had happened in the past few months and painfully closed his eyes.

He thought, "Jenna, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Richards family had done her wrong. They had hurt her and her father. He bolted up all of a sudden and ran outside.

Norton did such a monstrous scheme out of his desire for power. It was unforgivable!

Hansen started the car and headed straight toward Cloud Residence.

It was then in the middle of winter. The city was chilling to the bones in the freezing night.

As soon as he got out of the car, a surge of cold wind nipped at his neck. He exhaled a cloud of vapor. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The dim street lights of the neighborhood bounced erratically amidst the cold winds.

Hansen stood outside the villa, staring at the faint light from Hannah's bedroom. He stood there watching for a long time without making a sound.

The snow soon gathered everywhere on his body. He was out for only a few minutes but his limbs were already numb.

He gazed at the pink curtains of the bedroom for a long time. He knew Jenna was in there.

Was she asleep? Was she having any nightmares?

The innocent and beautiful dream girl in college appeared in Hansen's mind. He remembered her, smiling freely without a care in the world. Every time he saw her, his heart fluttered in full admiration. If he had not been so stuck-up and misunderstood her; if he was wiser in facing his feelings and handling their relationship; if he had not been such a b*stard and was willing to understand her; what a perfect love they would have had. They would be the destined match that everyone would envy.

However, this fantasy of his was gone. She had no faults. It was the Richards family, including himself who had hurt her irrevocably.

A warm tear rolled out of the corner of his eye, which in no time froze to ice.

The snowfall got heavier as the wind whistled in his ears.

Eventually, his body was covered in snow. Snowflakes landed on him and melted upon contact with his warm skin. Soon, Hansen literally looked like a snowman. Then, he saw the faint light in the room go out.

It seemed that his last glint of hope had disappeared as well.

His heart sank to the bottom, crushed and broken.

Rubbing his hands, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

He finished it and lit another, and he repeated the motion until there were no more cigarettes left to smoke. He moved his numb legs and returned to his car.

The quiet, dark night swallowed everything into nothingness, including his heart.

Not knowing how he started the car, Hansen drove away.

Jenna was restless in her sleep. She had been haunted by her nightmares these days.

She woke up early the next day, sleepless and sweaty.

She felt nauseous again when she walked to the bathroom. She tried her best to hold it in but she was only halfway into brushing her teeth when her stomach began to churn.

It was not until she puked everything out that the nausea stopped.

"Jenna, what's the matter with you?" Hannah was awakened from her sleep by the sound of her vomiting in the bathroom. She rushed in and asked anxiously.

Jenna panted heavily, leaning against the marble sink. She forced a smile. "Hannah, I think I'm really sick, very sick."

"I've told you many times to take care of your body. We must go to the doctor's today." Hannah put on a stern face and continued, "If you continue to vomit like this, I can't imagine what will happen. We must go have you checked."

She helped Jenna out of the bathroom. Her heart clenched at the sight of her being so weak and frail.

"You're a grown-up but you still don't know how to take care of yourself." She covered her up with a soft blanket before taking her to the sofa. In Hannah's words, Jenna was just hurting herself on purpose. She should have chosen Rayan instead of that playboy Hansen from the beginning. A woman was simply digging her own grave to involve herself with someone like Hansen Richards, was she not?

"Come, we're going to the hospital." After having breakfast, Hannah brought Jenna to her car. Jenna had not touched her food at all and she had vomited again. Hannah saw her serious condition and thought that she must bring her to the hospital immediately.

Jenna's stomach was really uncomfortable, hence she agreed to see the doctor.

What was out of her expectations was that Hannah had brought her to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital.

"Hannah, I just have gastritis due to the cold. Why are we at a maternity hospital?" Jenna asked weakly, speechless at the situation and her best friend.

Hannah ignored her and dragged her into the hospital.

After getting her registered, they queued up and waited for their turn to see the doctor. It was tiring.

However, Jenna had no choice but to comply with Hannah. It was just gastroenteritis and not a major sickness. Perhaps a maternity hospital would not differ greatly from a regular hospital, and could also check her condition. When Jenna thought about it that way, she let Hannah be.

Finally, it was her turn to see the doctor. Jenna lowered her head as if she had done something wrong like a child. She reluctantly and slowly entered the consultation room, dragged in by Hannah.

She had always been repulsive towards maternity hospitals.

"Hello Doctor, she has been vomiting pretty badly. Can you check to see what's wrong?" Hannah looked at the young male doctor sitting at the desk and said with a smile.

Gosh, Jenna had never heard Hannah talking so gently and politely, her tone almost pleading! And it was for her!

She was moved and felt even more embarrassed as if she had committed a crime.

Suddenly, there was another nausea surging from her stomach. She hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Doctor, it must be because I have been too tired these days and caught a cold. I think it's gastritis. Please prescribe me some medicine." Jenna gulped down the nausea and lifted her chin. She was startled when she saw the young male doctor. She had not expected to see any male doctors in a maternity hospital. Fortunately, she was not there for maternal issues. Otherwise, she would be embarrassed to death.