Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1805

When Deanna flipped over groggily and saw that Rossie had arrived, she quickly pushed open the door and got down from the car. Jacky immediately followed suit, a coat in hand as he helped Deanna into it. She wrapped it around herself snugly, a white fur coat that was similar to Rossie's.

However, her outfit was of a cropped design, which gave her a smart look in comparison to Rossie. Although Deanna may be a few years older in age than her, Rossie's appearance within the group was like Raeleigh, who gave them the impression of a mature and restrained temperament about her.

Jepherson looked at Rossie and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

Jepherson had long since seen through what kind of person Rossie was. For her to be able to anger Geraldine to death, this alone was enough to make others be wary of her.

"I'm going to have a try. If Raeleigh wants to see me, you can go back to Capital City immediately. Raeleigh will come back sooner or later, just be patient a little while longer."

"What if she did not want to meet?"

Jepherson understood what Rossie meant, that was why he posed the question.

"Then we'll have to think of another way."

Jepherson stepped aside and Rossie ambled up towards the Green House prison. Zorion, ill at ease throughout, followed closely behind her.

Once at the entrance, Rossie raised her hand and rapped her knuckles against the door. It took quite a while before someone from inside opened the small window panel.

Rossie spoke from the outside, "I'm Rossie Lautner, the matriarch of the Whalen family and Raeleigh's fellow sister. I need to meet her as there's a matter that I would like to discuss with her. Please help me pass on the message."

"Wait here then."

The people inside couldn't care less. They left and returned soon after. "She won't see you. Leave." they told Rossie.

With that said, they slammed the panel shut.

Rossie slowly turned around and looked towards Jepherson, who stood in the distance with a pair of binoculars in his hand. She walked back to his side.

"I won't stop you anymore. Before I came, my father- in- law told me that the Whalen and Richards family are bound on the same branch and will live and die together."

Jepherson looked at Zorion who smiled. "You may keep an army for a thousand days and use them in all but a moment. We are brothers, our brotherhood cannot be broken."

"I remember," Jepherson said gratefully as his gaze was pulled towards the prison again. Deanna blinked twice before she pulled on Jacky and they returned to their car. She was scornful towards Jepherson, the person who wanted to kill Jacky. She wasn't that much of a fool either, how could she not hold a grudge?

"Rossie, you go back first."

Zorion helped Rossie back into the car. The interior of the car had been heated, but still wasn't as warm as home. Besides, this place had no convenient areas to get comfortable in, it was best not to add to the crowded space.

Zorion sent Rossie back. When they returned to the Whalen family residence, he left Jaird and Fehmen behind for her. Only in this way could he feel at ease.

However, Rossie first sent Zorion to the Richards family to notify them. Otherwise, if anything happened, it would only be troublesome.

Zorion went to the Richards family's house overnight. When he saw Hansen, he proceeded to explain what had happened.

Hansen sat on the sofa, lost in his thoughts. As expected, there was something going on. Jenna became a little anxious. She clenched her fists tightly and looked at Zorion, who stood across from them, "You weren't pulling our legs earlier? A child was really about to be thrown down?"

"I'm not too sure about this. When I arrived, the child had already been taken away. Rossie had sounded them out by wanting to see Raeleigh, but they refused her request."

Jenna's palms were sweaty. She knew Raeleigh's temper very well. If it was really her doing who knows what behind the scenes, she definitely wouldn't want to see Rossie.

"Zorion, what did Jerry say?" Jenna asked in distress.