The phone rang, and Hansen picked it up. His brows furrowed into a straight line.
"Come home with me now." He hung up the phone and instructed Jenna right away.
"No, Hansen, I have to watch over him. He's injured because of me. I have to stay here and take care of him." she said repeatedly, shaking her head.
Hansen's expression changed, and he extended his arm to grab her hand.
Jenna looked up at Hansen with her pitiful gaze. Her eyes were bright but full of helplessness. The tenderness in her watery eyes was a huge blow to his heart.
His heart softened. He no longer dared to intimidate her with brute force.
After a long while, he sighed heavily and said, "Fine, you can watch over him, but make sure that you get enough rest. Remember, you're a pregnant woman."
He instructed her with a darkened face. Then, he turned around and left the hospital.
In the hall of the Ink Garden, all the doors and windows were shut tightly. There wasn't a single servant in sight.
As Hansen approached the hall, his brows furrowed slightly. He pushed the door open, but it was silent in there.
Wasn't it Grandma who had told him to come here?
Why wasn't there a single servant? Where have they gone?
"Ahem." He coughed lightly, confused.
The door of the lounge opened quietly.
Meroy walked out of the room.
"Young Master, please enter." Meroy smiled and invited him in politely.
Hansen nodded. Ever since the last time his grandmother had told him to take up his responsibilities as a man and own up to his own mistakes, he had never seen his grandmother after that. Even when he wanted to see her, she refused to meet him. That day, she was finally willing to see him.
He walked in slowly.
An Australian fleece carpet was laid on the floor of Grandma's room, and it was soft and comfortable to step on. However, Hansen felt an ethereal sensation as he stepped on it, as if he was stepping on clouds. He couldn't keep his balance, and felt anxious in his heart.
Earl McAdams had been arrested.
What did this mean to the Richards family?
From the perspective of outsiders, it was a threat to the Richards Family.
After all, an arranged marriage was about to be held between the two families. Now that something had happened to Earl, the Richards Group had lost a strong backer in the eyes of others.
However, from the perspective of the Richards family...
Vivian laid on the recliner, with her eyes closed as she rested. Her grey hair was combed into a neat hairstyle, and she looked energetic and rosy.
"Grandma." Hansen approached her and called out to her softly.
Vivian opened her eyes at once. A subtle but bright light flashed across her murky eyes, while a slight smile was spread across her face. A radiant light was reflected by her silver teeth.
"Hansen, you're here. Come and sit down." Vivian grabbed his hand and smiled lovingly.
Hansen sat down in front of her, but he did not know what to say.
"Hansen, how was the New Year's banquet?" Vivian said with a smile, and she caressed Hansen's pale and slender fingers with her wrinkled hand.
"It was... fine." Hansen forced a smile.
"Okay. 'Fine' is good enough." Vivian nodded.
"What are you planning to do next?"
Hansen understood what his grandmother was talking about. The scene of Jenna holding Rayan's hand flashed across his eyes, and his hands stiffened as he felt a hint of bitterness in his heart.
"Grandma, Earl has been arrested. It will take some time to close the case, but I will not marry Aria." Hansen said with certainty.
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