Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1311

Jenna let out a cry and looked at her husband. It seemed that Xanthus was not an easy opponent. Jerry was in trouble.

When Raeleigh woke up, Jepherson had already risen from the bed. He was getting changed and was about to leave. When he saw Raeleigh, he reminded her to get enough rest and he then turned around to go outside. Jenna came after him from the door and called him, "Jerry."

Jepherson turned to look at Jenna. "Mom."

"I heard about everything from your father. Your grandmother may be a little too much, but please just ignore her."

Jenna smiled.

Jepherson said, "I'm going back later. I have to talk to Grandma about this."

"But now the rumors are rife outside. Words are spreading around that Stella was pregnant with your child and now the child is gone. How is she going to continue living her life? If you go back now, aren't you just adding fuel to the fire?"

"But she employed someone to hurt Raeleigh. Is that right? Stella is not pregnant. I will ask her to come forward and clarify this matter. I'm not scared to face the truth. Mom, trust me. I will only love Raeleigh. Except for that child with Raeleigh, I have nothing to be sorry about."

"Your grandmother is wrong, but..."

"No 'buts'. I am not you, Mom. I can't let anyone hurt Raeleigh."

Turning around, Jepherson strode towards the elevator door, heading towards Marissa's residence.

Jenna looked helpless and hurried back to find her husband. But Hansen was reading the news with his head down and didn't care about it at all. Jenna couldn't say anything in front of Xanthus and Raeleigh. She had to ask Hansen to go outside with her. But Hansen didn't move and just said that it was not something they should meddle with.

Jenna sat back to the side. Jerry was her son, so how could she ignore him?

Jepherson got out of the car and walked all the way to the Ink Garden. When the servants saw Jepherson returning, they immediately reported to Marissa, who was resting in bed.

"Madam, Mr. Jepherson is back."

Marissa cracked her eyes slightly and glanced at the servant. "You're stating the obvious. Don't get so worked up, will you. He'll have to come back sooner or later."

She slowly rose from the bed. Leaning against the bed, she tidied up her clothes. She understood that Jepherson would not let this go. It was only a matter of time before he found her. But what could he do about it?

Marissa sat on the bed, feeling fearless, waiting for Jepherson to come in. Not long after, Jepherson walked in through the door.

At first sight, Marissa smirked and asked, "Why, are you willing to come back now?"

Jepherson walked over to face Marissa and pulled a chair and sat down. He crossed his legs casually. This was the posture he had never shown in front of his grandmother, Marissa.

Marissa was slightly stunned, and her eyes showed displeasure.

"Great, the prodigal son has come back to make me angry." Marissa turned her face away from Jepherson and looked elsewhere.

Jepherson coldly said, "I have long been independent, and only you haven't seen it. There is a saying, don't bully a boy who is young and ignorant. You have always been bullying me, but there will always be a time for that young man to grow up."

"What did you say?"

Marissa's expression darkened. She looked at Jepherson next to her. Jepherson laughed and said, "You've always been bullying us, is what I'm saying. You tried to control our lives. Mom has always respected and listened to you all the time. You take advantage of your elderly status and act like a tyrant at home. The family has been giving in to you all these years, and that's why you have been so full of yourself."

"You... you said that I'm taking advantage of my seniority, you..."

Jepherson's gaze was cold. "I don't know what kind of relationship there is between you and Grandpa. I don't know if you want to impose the same rule on your grandchildren because Grandpa and you were married in this way. What I do know is, you're dead set on arranging my marriage for me."

"No matter what your purpose is, I want to tell you that what you have done disgusts me, so..."