Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 44

Jenna sat on the bed in a daze. She didn't pay much attention to Hansen's words, but Trevor's face kept flashing in front of her eyes. For many years, she had always wanted to see him, but she didn't have the courage to.

Today, he appeared to be so close to her. This was an opportunity, and she should go and have a look. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She must have a look at him.

She stood up and couldn't help walking towards the corridor ahead.

The closer she got to the ward, the slower and heavier her steps became. Her heart was beating fast.

The green-colored curtain strictly covered the room. Jenna felt that the interior was like the inside of an iron bucket. Even the air in the room was gray and dull.

She didn't dare to step in.

She stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while, then she opened the door gently.

The spacious and clean ward was filled with all kinds of flowers, which were not as dull as expected. The windows on the south side were all open, and the air in the room was fresh and comfortable. This high-class ward was indeed the best place for someone to recuperate.

On a large white bed lay an old man in his 60s. He was tall and thin, and his face as pale as paper. He was lying calmly with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. If one did not look carefully, they would not realize that the person was Trevor Richards, who once dominated the business world.

Now that he was lying quietly, he was no longer as majestic as in the past. However, his distinctive facial features were still the same.

Was it her fault?

Jenna's heart suddenly tightened. It was so heavy that it fell straight down. Her breath was strangling her throat like a wire, and she was almost hyperventilating.

"Dad... Uncle Richards, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't do it. I don't even know what's going on myself." Jenna suddenly bent down and held Trevor's cold hand, crying bitterly.

For many years, this was the only thing she felt guilty about in the Richards family. Although it had nothing to do with her, she couldn't let go of this in the depths of her heart. Whenever she thought of this, her heart would become heavy and she would panic.

Why? It was supposed to be a wonderful event. Why did it turn out to be such a tragedy?

Was it wrong for her to marry into the Richards family?

If she did not marry into the Richards family, none of this would have happened. Therefore, it was right for them to hate her. She was a sinner!

She married Hansen because she loved him. However, she knew nothing about the Richards Family. Was it all her fault?

Holding Trevor's hand, she couldn't help sobbing, "Uncle Richards, I have divorced Hansen. I won't disturb you anymore, and I won't let the Richards family lose face. I beg you to get better as soon as possible. Only when you get better can I be at ease and leave without worries."

She cried out loud, not only for him, but also for her poor father.

The tragic death of her father, and the unconscious Uncle Richards in the hospital bed, why did all these things happen?

If what she had imagined was true, then when would this revenge and hatred end?

At this moment, her heart suddenly calmed down. She had lost all traces of hatred!

If Hansen was the one who set up that car accident, she would not blame him now! After all, he had suffered the same pain, and his pain was even more painful than hers. Every day, he had to face the cruel reality that his dad whom he most respected was in a coma. He must have been suffering.

She stopped blaming Marissa. She lost her beloved husband. She must have a lot of hatred inside of her.

At this moment, the world was quiet, and so was her heart.

Everything returned to the beginning.

She wondered if she should leave and go to an unknown place to spend the rest of her life with her mother. No matter what was between her and Hansen, it was in the past. It was impossible for them to go back to the past.

This was life!

It was her life!

Rayan's words sounded in his ears.

"Jen, if you figure things out after this incident, you must choose your own life in the future... You can come to me. I will definitely give you a satisfactory life, including a marriage."

His words were appropriate. A person who had never accompanied her throughout her life could see her so thoroughly, but she could not. She fell for him again and again, to the point that she could not feel her own heart anymore.

Even if they couldn't be husband and wife, they could still be friends. Hansen said so.

No, they couldn't even be friends!

Could they really ignore these living and cruel facts? It was impossible!

She cried sadly, feeling that her whole life's worth of tears seemed to have dried up in these few days.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

She wiped her tears and stood up.

"Uncle Richards, you must get better as soon as possible. I'll go first and come to see you later." Jenna shook his hand again and choked with sobs. Then she glanced at him again and turned her head away, gritting her teeth. "Ah!" She screamed.

Hansen's face was livid and blue veins bulged from his forehead. He looked at her as if there was a knife hidden in his eyes. It felt like he wanted to kill her.

Last night, they were acting intimately. But at this moment, Jenna was afraid of Hansen. He was like a raging lion.

"Hansen..." Jenna's face was pale and she murmured in fear.

"What are you doing here? To make fun of us? Who asked you to come?" His words were cold. He rushed over and grabbed her arm. "What are you doing here? I have decided to forget about the

past. Why are you still here? Why did you let me see you here?"

He roared angrily, and the fire in his eyes was about to set ablaze.

"No, Hansen, I didn't do it on purpose." Jenna shook her head desperately with a pale face.

"What else do you want?" Hansen lost his reason and roared. He gripped Jenna's hand tighter and tighter, and the anger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. He threw Jenna to the cold floor of the ward, and the bone-chilling pain came from her arms. She lay on the ground and could not stand up again. Her face was full of tears and she couldn't make a sound.

"Let me tell you, you are not allowed to come here in the future. You are not qualified to come here. Get out of here! Don't let me see you again," Hansen shouted angrily, staring straight at Jenna who was lying on the ground. The light in his eyes was getting more and more terrible. He could not stay here any longer. If he stayed any longer, he could not guarantee that he would not kill her.

He exhaled heavily and looked at Trevor, who was lying quietly like a dead man. He tightened his fist and relaxed. After that, he finally turned around and rushed out as if he was escaping.

Jenna thought that she would faint. She was in so much pain that she felt numb.

At this time, footsteps came.

"Young Madam, why are you here?" A middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise. Jenna raised her head and saw a wrinkled face.

"Aunt Ella," she said numbly.

"Young Madam, get up quickly. It's cold on the ground." The middle- aged woman helped her up, looked at her crying in pain, and sighed, "The Young Master must have lost his temper just now. I just saw him in the corridor. He stormed away in anger."

Aunt Ella helped her to the sofa and sat down. She sighed again.

"Young Madam, it's hard for him too. No one would be in a good mood seeing their father in a coma like this. You should be more considerate. After all, we are a family. We can talk things out." Aunt Ella poured a cup of water and handed it to Jenna. Shen then passed her a paper towel.

"I understand." Jenna nodded, "I don't blame them."

"Yes," Aunt Ella nodded and asked with concern, "Young Madam, when did you come back? When are you going back to Richards Mansion?"

Aunt Ella used to stay with the grandma of the Richards family. Later, after Jenna and Hansen got married, grandma moved her to the Green Jade Garden where Hansen lived. Therefore, she could be regarded as the only person who was good to Jenna in the Richards family.

After Jenna went to the United States, she automatically applied to take care of Trevor.

Jenna pondered. She remembered that Aunt Ella was grandma's servant and would definitely report to grandma. It was not appropriate to let grandma know about her divorce with Hansen. She promised Hansen, so she smiled and said, "I just came back, and I will go back soon. I will go back to Richards Mansion on Grandma's birthday."

"I see. No wonder I haven't seen you in the Richards Mansion," Aunt Ella suddenly realized and said. When she heard that Jenna was about to leave, she thought for a while and finally said,

"Young Madam, it's not a good idea for you two to live separately. After all, the Richards family is your family now. The Young Master is still young. You'd better come back. As a family, you two should sit down and talk peacefully. Everything will pass. You'll get through all the diffcultie."

When Jenna heard this, her nose twitched. Could she go back? Obviously, that was impossible. However, Aunt Ella didn't know the truth. Jenna could not tell her the truth, so she could only keep

silent.

"Old Madam is always talking about you. Last time, I saw her telling Young Master that she must see you on her 90th birthday. Otherwise, she would not let go of the Young Master," Aunt Ella continued with a smile on her face.

Jenna was flustered when she heard that. She mumbled, "How is Grandma?"

"She's fine. She's already 90 years old but she's still alert. She still has sharp ears and bright eyes. She knows better than anyone else," Aunt Ella smiled.

"Good, that's good." A smile appeared on Jenna's face.

"Young Madam, listen to me. Come home." Aunt Ella suddenly grabbed Jenna's hand. "No matter how good it is outside, it can't be better than at home. What's more, your husband is home. Grandma has been talking about wanting to hold her greatgrandchildren."

Jenna was stunned. It felt like the words were describing the reality of another world.

She sat there in a daze.