Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1790

Raeleigh returned to the group and announced, "Rossie and I have agreed that I'll handle things from the outside while she stays here; Deanna, you too, for now. Harvey, go back to Waverly Village. I'll call you if anything comes up."

"Raeleigh." Still unable to relax, Jenna walked over to Raeleigh after hearing the plan, holding her hand. "I don't want you to do this. Leave this to Hansen."

Raeleigh took a gander at Hansen and said, "Mom, it's not time for Dad to make his move yet. Why kill a fly with an elephant gun? I'm more than enough to deal with them."

Jenna chewed her lips and said, "But I keep getting the feeling your father is just keeping up an appearance. You're still so young; what if something horrible happens to you?"

"Mom, have some faith in me. Since nothing could kill me three years ago, I'll walk away alive this time too."

Hearing that, tears fell down Jenna's face again, and she quickly wiped them away, "No more crying." "Mom, you should look after Santiago."

"Okay."

Jenna promised, and Raeleigh headed out. Rossie immediately ordered, "Fehmen, Jaird, stay close to Raeleigh. If anything happens to her, forget about coming back."

The brothers exchanged glances. They had just arrived from the Whalen's residence; Rayan personally made the call to have them over.

"Understood."

The two followed her out, and so did Rossie. She was worried about Raeleigh's safety too.

Raeleigh took a gander before going into the car and made her way to Waverly Village.

Doyle family residence.

With a smack, Geraldine sent a slap over to the faces of the two youngsters of the Doyle family.

"You bunch of useless swine! Can't you even kidnap two children? Is it that difficult? What did you promise me before you left?" Geraldine roared.

Raeleigh had disfigured her face, so she had to put on a mask, impossible to show herself to anyone. She had a glove on her injured hand; her fingers were beyond usable now. The doctors told her the veins from her injured hand affected her heart and advised her to keep her temper under control. But how could she at this given time?

Hanschel, who was suffering from a torn ACL, lay on the bed next to hers with a bandaged face.

Sitting down, Geraldine heaved in anger, and a servant rushed to bring Geraldine her medication.

She felt much better after taking a swig of water and glared daggers at the two of them. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Grandma, please give us another chance."

"I've given you many chances, but when have you ever cherished them? If it weren't for your loyalty to me, do you think you'd still be standing?"

"Grandma, please calm down."

"Hmph. I will tear Raeleigh Anson to shreds."

Geraldine's hatred was sky-high. She even dreamt about killing Raeleigh.

She wished the worst possible death for that woman.

Hearing a set of footsteps echoing through the spacious room, everyone looked over to the stairs. A man descended, playing with a Rubik's Cube.

"No need to be so anxious, Grandma. She will meet her maker."