Jenna sat on the bed in a daze. She didn't pay much attention to Hansen's words, but Trevor's face kept flashing in front of her eyes. For many years, she had always wanted to see him, but she didn't have the courage to.
Today, he appeared to be so close to her. This was an opportunity, and she should go and have a look.
She must have a look at him.
She stood up and couldn't help walking towards the corridor ahead.
The closer she got to the ward, the slower and heavier her steps became. Her heart was beating fast.
The green-colored curtain strictly covered the room. Jenna felt that the interior was like the inside of an iron bucket. Even the air in the room was gray and dull.
She didn't dare to step in.
She stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while, then she opened the door gently.
The spacious and clean ward was filled with all kinds of flowers, which were not as dull as expected. The windows on the south side were all open, and the air in the room was fresh and comfortable. This high-class ward was indeed the best place for someone to recuperate.
On a large white bed lay an old man in his 60s. He was tall and thin, and his face as pale as paper. He was lying calmly with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. If one did not look carefully, they would not realize that the person was Trevor Richards, who once dominated the business world.
Now that he was lying quietly, he was no longer as majestic as in the past. However, his distinctive facial features were still the same.
Was it her fault?
Jenna's heart suddenly tightened. It was so heavy that it fell straight down. Her breath was strangling her throat like a wire, and she was almost hyperventilating.
"Dad... Uncle Richards, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't do it. I don't even know what's going on myself." Jenna suddenly bent down and held Trevor's cold hand, crying bitterly.
For many years, this was the only thing she felt guilty about in the Richards family. Although it had nothing to do with her, she couldn't let go of this in the depths of her heart. Whenever she thought of this, her heart would become heavy and she would panic.
Why? It was supposed to be a wonderful event. Why did it turn out to be such a tragedy?
Was it wrong for her to marry into the Richards family?
If she did not marry into the Richards family, none of this would have happened. Therefore, it was right for them to hate her. She was a sinner!
She married Hansen because she loved him. However, she knew nothing about the Richards Family. Was it all her fault?
Holding Trevor's hand, she couldn't help sobbing, "Uncle Richards, I have divorced Hansen. I won't disturb you anymore, and I won't let the Richards family lose face. I beg you to get better as soon as possible. Only when you get better can I be at ease and leave without worries."
She cried out loud, not only for him, but also for her poor father.
The tragic death of her father, and the unconscious Uncle Richards in the hospital bed, why did all these things happen?
If what she had imagined was true, then when would this revenge and hatred end?
At this moment, her heart suddenly calmed down. She had lost all traces of hatred!
If Hansen was the one who set up that car accident, she would not blame him now! After all, he had suffered the same pain, and his pain was even more painful than hers. Every day, he had to face the cruel reality that his dad whom he most respected was in a coma. He must have been suffering.
She stopped blaming Marissa. She lost her beloved husband. She must have a lot of hatred inside of her.
At this moment, the world was quiet, and so was her heart.
Everything returned to the beginning.
She wondered if she should leave and go to an unknown place to spend the rest of her life with her mother. No matter what was between her and Hansen, it was in the past. It was impossible for them to go back to the past.
This was life!
It was her life!
Rayan's words sounded in his ears.
"Jen, if you figure things out after this incident, you must choose your own life in the future... You can come to me. I will definitely give you a satisfactory life, including a marriage."
His words were appropriate. A person who had never accompanied her throughout her life could see her so thoroughly, but she could not. She fell for him again and again, to the point that she could not feel her own heart anymore.
Even if they couldn't be husband and wife, they could still be friends. Hansen said so.
No, they couldn't even be friends!
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