Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1002

Jepherson returned to Richards Manor. Marissa immediately stopped him as soon as he entered. "You still remember the way back home?"

Since what happened to Deanna, Marissa had not seen her grandson, Jepherson. She didn't know where he went and couldn't find him.

Deanna was in an awful state right then. She didn't answer the phone and hadn't come back since. It seemed that there was a huge misunderstanding since the last incident.

Marissa couldn't see Deanna, so she was worried, but Jepherson didn't take it seriously and only returned by then.

"Grandma." Jepherson walked up to Marissa, lifting his hands to hold her. Marissa was frustrated, but when she saw Jepherson smiling at her, every bad feeling evaporated.

She turned around, heading towards Ink Garden.

While walking, she said, "Your parents are not here, and I'm worried sick of you. What's more, you pissed Deanna off without an explanation. Where have you been?"

"I was out of the city, and I just came back. Something happened over there," Jepherson said absent-mindedly.

"What could it possibly be? Did you go searching again?" Marisa didn't understand. It had been so many years. Why couldn't he believe it?

"Yes, I did. But this time, I had something to deal with, so I came back late."

"What's the matter? What's more important than Deanna?"

Marissa did not believe that Jepherson would have anything that could possibly delay his return. In hindsight, he didn't regard Deanna as his future bride.

Jepherson hesitated for a moment before saying, "I had a car accident."

Marissa was walking and thought that she had heard a joke, but then she stopped in her tracks.

She turned around to look at Jepherson, who did not speak. His gaze was determined, and Marissa's heart jolted.

"What happened?"

Her voice changed. Marissa's voice was slightly trembling.

The servants who accompanied her kept silent. The butler was also surprised. Did something happen to Jepherson?

Jepherson told her the incident of someone driving with the intention to run over him, but he replaced the main character of the story.

Marissa's face turned pale when she heard that. She held Jepherson's hand tightly and said, "Then, you..."

She was busy looking at Jepherson's leg. Jepherson comforted her. "Nothing much. I managed to dodge it in time but was slightly injured, so I stayed at the hospital for a few days. I had some medicine, and they gave me an injection. I'm fine now."

Marissa kept prying with every breath she took. She wasn't a fool. She held Jepherson's hand tightly and walked towards the Ink Garden. When she arrived at the Ink Garden, Marissa sat down. Those around didn't even dare to glance at Marissa. No matter what Marissa thought, something was wrong.

"Stuart, what's going on? What were you doing? Did you see what happened?" Marissa questioned Stuart. Stuart knew that he could not escape, so he had long been prepared.

"Madam Marissa." Stuart rushed forward and lowered his head. "It was too sudden. Young Master wanted to buy gifts for the children at the orphanage in person. As soon as we arrived at our destination and got out of the car, a car rushed out. Fortunately, he had great reflexes, and he was quick to notice it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to come back."

Marissa's heart shook, and she was frightened.

"What have you found out about it?"

"Yes, it was a stolen car. It was stolen upon our arrival. I believe that someone has set his eyes on Young Master, and it was planned out accordingly to be carried out of the city, so they won't need to worry that something might happen here in Capital City."

Stuart explained in great detail. Marissa nodded in agreement and said, "Well, they're trying to bully me, grasping my soft spot? Stuart, go and break the leg of the Moore family's grandson. Let's see how he can still be arrogant."

Marissa was so angry, and she would do anything for her grandson.

Although Santiago was also her grandson, Marissa favored Jepherson. Even in the Richards family, everyone knew about it. Sometimes, it was so obvious that she doted on him too much that they could not bear to see it happen.