Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1446

Although Raeleigh was upset that Santiago got injured and hospitalized again, she kept her thoughts to herself.

Santiago was still weak, and she couldn't care less about lecturing him, but she sat aside looking harsh the entire time.

She had been silent since Jepherson left, and Santiago, on the other hand, only laid in bed and kept his eyes closed.

Xanthus did not leave the hospital that night either; he stayed with Raeleigh. After this incident, he grew even more alarmed. He thought he might need to hire a few bodyguards if this went on.

"Raeleigh," Xanthus whispered, worrying about Raeleigh as she refused to take a rest.

She looked at him and said, "Yes?"

"You should take a rest."

Raeleigh looked at the time and realized it was already late at night. She stole a glance at Santiago, then went to the bed next to his.

"These men were too rampant. Why did they do this?" She asked as she lay on the bed.

Xanthus sat down on the chair and looked at her.

"Where there are good people, there are bad ones too. There's no reason behind their actions, and it's incomparable."

Raeleigh fixed her gaze on him as she said, "I thought they would leave once they receive the money."

She truly believed so. Although it might sound too far-fetched to exchange such a huge amount of money for her and Santiago's lives, she thought nothing was more important than staying alive.

She could regain the money lost, but it would be the end of them if they were dead.

It was just that she didn't expect so many people to lose their lives in one go. Human lives matter more than money. Now that those men were dead, what would happen to their families?

She had trouble falling asleep again.

At this moment, Jepherson was on his way to Waverly Village.

Jepherson's car came to a stop as a black car approached them. Jepherson's driver glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed that it was a sports car. Suddenly, the sports car threw a wooden box out, and Jepherson's driver swiftly stepped on the brake, then steered the car around slowly and steadily as they came to a halt.

The man in the passenger seat got out as soon as they pulled over. He glanced at the sports car as it whizzed past them before turning to the wooden box.

It was arm lengthed, rectangle, and it looked like a box that stored scrolls.

He bent down and picked the box up. He wouldn't hand it to Jepherson without examining it first. Lifting the lid, he glanced at the content, and his face fell.

He turned around and looked at Jepherson before he closed it and brought it to him.

"Mr. Jepherson."

When he presented the box to Jepherson, Jepherson instructed, "Open it."

The man hesitated for a moment before he did as he was told. Jepherson stared at the arm in the box, then looked away. "Throw it down the mountain."

"Yes, Sir."

With that, the man walked over to the roadside and chucked the arm away.

After that, he washed his hands and returned to the car, resuming their journey to Waverly Village.

When Jepherson and his men arrived at Waverly Village's border, about a dozen cars drove past them on the right lane. It seemed like the two fleets of cars competed against each other as they rushed toward Waverly Village.

On one side of the lane were the Richards family's cars, while the other belonged to the Whalen family. It was definitely no small matter for both families to appear on the same night, at the same time.