Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1355

At the entrance of the hospital, Jepherson stopped short in his tracks for a moment. Seibert came to him from one side. "Mr. Jepherson."

Jepherson didn't answer but gave him a brief glance and said, "Arrange for us to go to the Moore family residence."

Seibert shot a look at Jepherson before turning around to make the necessary arrangements. Jepherson returned to the car. "Go back to Richards Manor."

The chauffeur executed Jepherson's order and headed for Richards Manor. Arriving at its entrance, Jepherson told him to stop the car outside. He emerged from the car and went straight to Ink Garden.

Jepherson had his own room. He went back to his room and changed his clothes. He also retrieved a gun from the wardrobe and thrust it down the pocket in his back.

After coming out, he returned to the car. The chauffeur felt that there was a subtle change to his aura.

"Mr. Jepherson, you're going to..."

Jepherson leaned against the seat and crossed his legs. "To the Moore family's residence." "Then, we..."

"Let's go."

Jepherson narrowed his eyes. It didn't take long for the car to reach the destination. There were other cars following too, including Jacky's. They came to a stop in succession. Seeing that Jepherson had exited the car, Jacky did the same too. He had no other choice, for he had promised Raeleigh.

Jepherson stopped and glanced at Seibert. "Ring the doorbell."

When Seibert walked to the door of the Moore family residence, the old butler came to receive them. As Jepherson came into his sight, he inquired instantly, "Mr. Richards, I wonder what could have brought you here."

"I'm here to talk to Mr. Johan about something."

"Well, he has already rested. Why don't you come back tomorrow? It's pretty late now as it is."

Jepherson was adamant. He just pulled a long face.

The old butler gasped. "I'll wake him up and inform him of your intention."

Turning around, he went back inside. After a short time, he came out to invite Jepherson in.

Jepherson wanted to take his men inside, but the old butler immediately stopped him. Jepherson's eyes strayed to him. "I'm here to ask for an explanation. If you don't let me in, then I can very well fight my way in."

The old butler froze for a while and didn't dare to stop him anymore. Jepherson strode in indifferently. It wasn't long before he arrived at Johan's quarters.

Lying on and confined to the bed was Johan.

Jepherson brought Seibert and Jacky into the villa. Entering it, Jacky found a spot to lean against. It bespoke his presence here in boosting their morale, and that he was not Jepherson's follower.

With his status, he would not be a follower.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Johan sensed that something was amiss.

After entering, Jepherson gazed at him and asked, "Mr. Johan, how are you faring lately?"

Johan chuckled. "Not too bad, I guess. But it's very late now. Looks like your house guests etiquette must have gotten rusty."

Jepherson let his gaze run laps across the room before it fell on Johan. "Mr. Johan, my apologies for imposing on you at such a late hour. There's something urgent and important that compels me to seek your clarification."

"Do speak your mind." "Something happened to Santiago recently. Mr. Johan, I don't suppose you would know whether it has anything to do with the Moore family, do you?"

Johan ruminated momentarily. "I've stopped paying attention to the affairs in the family since forever. You should know this much."

Jepherson thought for a moment. "If that's the case, then I understand. Mr. Johan, please have a rest. We won't disturb you any further."

Turning around, Jepherson walked towards the door. After they left, Johan sat up, and the old butler approached him right away to deliver him a towel. Johan took his time to wipe his hand while sweeping his eyes around. The old butler brought a bowl of health tonic to him, who then took a sip of it nonchalantly, as if he had all the time in the world.

Only then did the old butler speak. "Mr. Johan, the way you see it, why did Jepherson come here to make such a fuss?"

Johan glanced at the butler and narrowed his eyes. "He came to reason with me. He wanted to harm the people in our family, which is why he asked if we had a role to play in his brother's injuries."

"Then, Mr. Johan, should we notify the young master of this?" The old butler was still very perturbed.

Johan answered, "There's no need for that. If he wanted to plot against the Richards family, then he should have done it cleanly. Now that he has left traces behind, it's hard for me to tie up the loose ends. Ours is a principled family. I don't agree to adopt such underhand tactics in balancing the power of various parties in Capital City."

"I thought he would be more capable than his father, but alas, he is a disappointment and more."

Johan narrowed his eyes. "Let him be."

The old butler stood aside with a hint of regret and pity in his expression. Johan waved his hand, after which the old butler left.

Jepherson came out of the Moore family residence and sat in the car, saying, "To Flynt Moore's car repair store."

Seibert got into the car and darted a glance at Jepherson. The chauffeur sent them to Flynt's car repair store.

Jepherson's car stopped in front of Flynt's store. After that, he got out of the car and walked towards the store to find that the lights inside had already been turned off.

Seibert went to knock on the door, but no one came out. Jepherson signaled him to bust open the door. It didn't take long for him to succeed. Jepherson went in, only to find that there was not a single person inside.

Seibert asked, "Did anyone from the Moore family inform Flynt?"

Jepherson stared at him. "And how do you know it?"

Seibert's face changed slightly. "Let's call it an educated guess."

Jepherson entered to check around, but he did not see anyone come out.

"Let's go."

Coming out, Jepherson went back into the car and rested in it. The chauffeur drove them back to the hospital. Jepherson alighted the car and returned to the hospital. Santiago had already been sent out of the operating theater with Raeleigh by his side.

Raeleigh had a pallid complexion. She was not accustomed to being in an operating theater.

Luckily, Santiago was fine and was resting on the sickbed.

Nevertheless, Raeleigh sat aside, her mood sombre.

Standing outside the ward, Jepherson took in Raeleigh's pale face. Then, his eyes landed on her body, realizing that she had changed into a set of clean and tidy clothes.

Raeleigh appeared to be quite worn out, resting her head on Santiago's body.

Jepherson did not enter the ward. He turned around and walked to the side before he sat down, tipping his head skyward. They were on a different floor to where Stuart's ward was to prevent his parents from knowing about this matter.

Jacky stood opposite him. "You brothers..."

"It's not what you think it is." Jepherson lifted his eyes to stare at Jacky. Despite his casual expression, there was an aura of fury about him.

Jacky wasn't a busybody, so he didn't say anything else. He turned around and headed for the elevator. "I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

After Jacky left, Jepherson leaned against the chair, catching up on some shut-eye. It wasn't until Santiago woke up that Raeleigh was relieved.

Santiago raised his hand to pinch Raeleigh's nose. While he was doing it, Jepherson pushed the door open and came in. Raeleigh almost seized up. She pulled Santiago's hand away at once and gave him a sideways glare.

Jepherson said, "You're not half as critical as I think you are."

Santiago cast a look at Jepherson. "Have you found it?"

Jepherson sat down with a sullen expression. He looked back at Raeleigh. "Make him some food. He needs to restore his lost vitality."

Raeleigh's mind went blank for a second. She had an odd feeling that she was like a momma who was in charge of taking care of the momma's boy. However, she could not argue with this, therefore she went outside.

As Raeleigh left, the frivolousness on Santiago's face dissipated in a trice, and his expression darkened. "It's a man in his forties."