Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 510

The summer sun shone through the dense green trees outside the window and fell onto Sara's face and body. She was sitting in a wheelchair and was very sad.

Jenna did not listen to her advice and insisted on reconciling with Hansen. Not long after, Hansen was plagued with nasty rumors. The fact that he was going to take a second wife was a hot topic in the newspapers.

In the face of her criticism, Hansen stated his opinion frankly.

This made Sara feel sad and distressed.

So far, Trevor and Marissa had never given her a direct answer. So, she had no choice but to wait. More importantly, even her daughter had no movements anymore. It was as if she had already accepted reality. Also, since Jenna last returned to her parents' home and stayed for a few days, she hadn't called Sara to speak about those matters.

Sara's hair had already started to turn gray, and there were more and more wrinkles on her face.

Ever since Javon's untimely death, her life had taken a huge turn.

All of her strength and stocism were relative to

Javon's, but she was extremely vulnerable when it came to her daughter's happiness, to the point where she couldn't even bear the slightest bit of frustration.

Her worries about Jenna were the cause of her white hair.

She went to the corner of the study with her wheelchair, where an exquisite wooden box was placed on top of a bookcase.

With trembling hands, she reached out to pick up the wooden box.

The rims of her eyes turned moist.

She gently caressed the wooden box. Although the box was exquisite, it was obviously an antique ornament. The design and decorations were both simple and unsophisticated, which were incompatible with modern trends.

She slowly opened the box lid.

An exquisitely faded jade fan was laying in the wooden box.

Sara slowly took it out with a sorrowful look on her face.

Her eyes looked empty and blurry.

She carefully opened the jade fan.

It was a jade fan from a few centuries ago. The middle part had already faded and was embroidered with a vivid red plum. The handle of the jade fan was inlaid with rare jewelry, and there was a poem on it.

This was a verse adapted from one of the poets of the past's collection of poems.

Sara silently read out that poem with a few tears streaming down her face.

She had never seen her mother before. It seemed that ever since she could remember things, the concept of a mother was never engraved in her mind. Later on, from her father's words, she learnt that her mother had already separated from her father when she was only one year old, and had never come back since then.

Nevertheless, when she was ten years old, her father had depression, and he passed away soon after.

In his last moments, he passed that wooden box to her.

He told her that it was the only thing that her mother had left behind, and he wanted her to keep it as a memento.

As for her mother, she did not have any feelings for her. Ever since she was young, the word 'mother¹, that made everyone feel warm, was empty and cold to her. She did not even have the least bit of good impression of her.

After her father died, Bailey always stayed by her side. Only when she married Javon did she attain happiness. Later on, she gave birth to a daughter, and she gave her lifelong love to her daughter, hoping that she could be happy.

Nonetheless, her daughter's happiness came too fast and had disappeared just as quickly.

It was as if everything was fated to happen. Even so, Sara did not complain about life. Her only wish was that her daughter could be happy.

"Madam Sara, it's time to take your medication." When Bailey walked in and saw that Sara was staring blankly at the wooden box with a sorrowful face, she couldn't help but to sigh and speak with distress.

Recently, Sara liked to stare at that wooden box in a daze. Usually, she would stare at it for a few hours, and when she did that, she would immerse herself in it wholeheartedly and forget her surroundings.

Bailey understood what she was thinking. She was too lonely and missed her mother too much. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have focused all of her attention on Jenna too.

Ever since she learnt that Hansen was going to take a second wife, she became even more worried. She would either stare blankly at the wooden box, or hug Javon's portrait in a daze, sometimes for hours.

It was not until Bailey repeated herself a few times that Sara finally came back to her senses.

She retrieved the medication from Bailey and took it silently.

"Madam Sara, I'll wheel you downstairs for a walk." Bailey was really worried that Sara would get sick from depression. After all, she had just recovered from her kidney disease, and her current state wasn't good for her recuperation. Bailey then waited for Sara to finish taking the medicine and mentioned it with a smile.

"There's no need for that. Bailey, please ask Jenna to come back if she's free. I have something to say to her." Sara shook her head.

"Okay." Bailey nodded and agreed.

Seeing that Bailey was going to make a phone call, Sara returned to her own world.

In the dense jungle, several dark shadows gradually approached a small house.

The man who took the lead kicked open the door vigorously.

"Don't move," Alvin shouted in a low voice.

A musty smell entered his nose, and he couldn't help but to frown at the smell.

There was no movement in the room.

Alvin slowly walked in with a gun in his hand.

"Mr. Richards, there's no one here." Alvin glanced at that narrow and damp space, but he couldn't see anyone.

Wearing a bulletproof vest, Hansen followed closely behind. Under his thick, sword- like eyebrows was a pair of cold, sharp eyes.