Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 314

No crime will ever go unpunished.

Earl McAdams forgot that a woman named Vivian Delia resided among the Richards family. Ever since she was a child, that woman was no ordinary woman, she had already noticed everything that was happening. When Hansen was about to capture Brock alive, she made Christopher rush over to stop him. That way, Brock was able to show his true self, and they succeeded in helping Norton shake off the identity of a scapegoat.

If Hansen had captured Brock alive at that time, all the crimes would've been pushed to Norton, and Brock would've never known that Sheldon was involved as well.

Earl sat in the interrogation room. He recalled that day, when it was Vivian's birthday, and she only invited him and Jenna into her room. When he went in, she looked very pleasant, and decisively agreed to let Aria stay in Richards Manor. Now that he thought of it, he realized that it was just her strategy to delay their attacks.

Once Aria resided at Richards Manor, the Camphor Tree Villa could avoid getting harmed or framed. Plus, they would be able to stabilize the Richards Group. Furthermore, he would be more relaxed and less vigilant. It seemed fair, when in reality, he was the one being controlled.

Vivian started to suspect him when Aria moved in, and he only knew afterwards that Vivian had already known about Javon's death for a long time. Vivian had two loyal and competent assistants, Paul Wallace and Irvin Wallace. He only knew about them when he was orchestrating his scheme, and didn't know who they were at first. However, now he understood everything.

At this point, Earl had already accepted his misfortune, but he was worried about his daughter, Aria.

He clearly understood that Hansen only married her due to the pressure from wanting to remain in power. However, now that he had been arrested, what was going to happen to his daughter?

As long as his daughter was pregnant with Hansen's child, he didn't believe that a wealthy family like the Richards family would do anything horrible to his daughter. Even if Hansen didn't want to marry his daughter, he would also have to do it to maintain his reputation.

Rayan was in a coma for the entire day and night, and only woke up and opened his eyes the next morning.

"Rayan, you're finally awake." Jenna had been watching over him the whole time, and the veins in her eyes were visible. Seeing him open his eyes, she was so happy that she teared up.

"I... Jen, what's the matter?" His eyeballs could finally turn after some time, and he felt an intense pain in his chest. He had no energy to move, and his lips were chapped.

"Rayan, I'm so sorry. You were hurt because of me. You got shot in your left chest to protect me. It almost pierced through your heart. It was so dangerous." Jenna's face was filled with joy, but concern was hidden beneath her eyes.

Shot in the chest? He was stunned. Rayan was still at a loss, and he stared at Jenna.

Her face was haggard and full of weariness. Her eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels could still be seen clearly.

He must have been in a coma for a very long time! She looked as if she had been taking care of him for some time.

Anxiousness was written all over her face, and it warmed his heart. He extended his arm with difficulty and grabbed her hand, then said with a sigh, "It's okay, Jen. It had nothing to do with you, they were coming for me."

"No, Rayan. You could have escaped, but they wanted my life." Jenna sobbed. "I'm sorry, Rayan. I owe you a great deal."

Rayan felt distressed. That silly woman had taken all the blame, when the truth was that his people had already told him that Jonas wanted to harm him the day before. He initially planned to leave that place once Jenna had made her decision, or take her somewhere faraway.

He didn't expect that he still couldn't escape their attack.

It was clear that they wanted him dead. Nonetheless, he thought about it well, and decided to regard it as payback to them.

However, if they ever schemed against him again, he would make sure that they suffer the consequences.

The pain in his chest had surfaced repeatedly. His forehead broke into a cold sweat after talking for a while.

"Rayan, I think you should stop talking. Rest well. I'll feed you some porridge later." Jenna comforted him as she saw that his face was full of pain, and his brows were knitted tightly. His forehead was soaked in cold sweat. So, she quickly took a piece of tissue to help him wipe it off.

Rayan could feel her soft hand touching his forehead. It was warm and tender, and inexplicably comforting. Nonetheless, the pain in his left chest was unbearable, and he no longer had the energy to say anything. So, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As Jenna cooked the meat porridge meticulously, memories started to form in her mind.

That day, she was injured and had to stay in the hospital, and Hansen had fed her herbal soup and meat porridge as well. As the memories filled up her mind, she was daydreaming for a moment.

By the time Rayan had woken up again, it was already night time.

"Come, Rayan. Have some porridge. The doctor said that you can eat now. You've lost a lot of blood, and your body is very weak. However, the bleeding has stopped, and your infections are being kept under control. You're okay now. I've made you some meat porridge," Jenna said to him with a smile as she carried the porridge out of the hospital pantry.

Rayan looked at her with his bright eyes and smiled.

Jenna helped him sit upright on the bed, and blew a spoonful of porridge a few times, before feeding him one spoon after another.

A faint light appeared in Rayan's eyes, and the smile on his face was warm and tender.

Jenna had been taking care of him that way for three consecutive days. She did everything by herself, and took care of him attentively. She even helped him clean his wound. She was fearful that his wound would get infected or inflamed. She really did her best.

For the first time in his life, Rayan felt the warmth of being taken care of by someone else.

"Jen, I suddenly realized that being sick is a wonderful thing too, now that you're taking care of me." It had been four days since he was admitted to the hospital, and he could now move his body. His wound still hurt badly, but his life was no longer in danger.