Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 548

"Hurry up. It's an emergency." Cadrez ordered solemnly, "Ask the health center to send all medical equipment here."

Cadrez ordered as he started to revive Vivian.

"Alright." Meroy was so anxious that her face had turned pale, and she immediately made a phone call.

After a while, the whole medical team rushed over and initiated the emergency rescue procedure.

Even Meroy, who had always been calm, was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. For the past two months, Vivian would alternate between alertness and absent- mindedness. She was basically in a state where her consciousness wasn't that clear. However, it was the first time she had fainted, and that wasn't a good sign.

The room was in a state of chaos. As Liya knelt by the window and saw the mess in the room, a sinister smile appeared on her face. She then jumped off the window and ran away in a flurry.

In the dressing room, Liya wore the wedding dress and twirled about in front of the mirror with a smile on her face. The smile that blossomed on her face gradually widened, and she was ecstatic.

With Vivan's will, it would be hard for Hansen not to marry her. What was there to be afraid of?

She was in a beautiful wedding dress and makeup.

Shouldn't she attain happiness?

It was in spite of her being only the second wife right then!

Nevertheless, it was only a matter of time before she would obtain happiness. One day, she would step on Jenna's head and let her taste the pain of being the second wife.

Jenna's pale, sallow face flashed across her mind, and a victorious smile spread across Liya's face.

That woman was about to age greatly!

She was so pleased with herself that she burst into laughter.

How could a faded old woman win the love of a man?

There was an elevated stage on the Central Island, and it was well-decorated. There were tables all over the island, and wines of the best quality were laid on top of them. Everything there demonstrated the financial might of the Richards family.

Hansen's and Liya's wedding was about to begin.

In A City, such a thing was very conventional.

When it came to marrying the second wife, the prestigious families in the past would always hold such a banquet whenever they married a mistress. Generally, as long as such a banquet was held, everyone would recognize their marriage.

Nevertheless, at that time, Hansen's and Liya's blatant wedding was a little too high-profile.

Therefore, the guests who received the invitation all arrived in advance, expecting to watch the fun.

The romantic and beautiful music echoed all over the venue, which was soul-stirring.

Jenna was wearing a deep red gown. She had a high bun on and was wearing a few pieces of beautiful jewelry. She had a cold look on her face with her mouth slightly open. The gracefulness and nobility she was emitting made people avoid looking her straight in the eye.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror as she drew on her eyebrows, but no matter how she looked at it, her face seemed particularly pale.

That day, she was going to hold a wedding for her husband and his mistress in person. How ridiculous, right?

She didn't know if it was ridiculous or not. Anyway, she wanted to laugh.

It was clear that she could have filed a divorce, but why was she submitting to Hansen like that? Was it because she heard Paul say that the wedding was just a trap Hansen had set to save Claude?

Nonetheless, the wedding was taking place, so what if it was a trap? Could it change the fact that she had suffered humiliation forthat?

She was weak and her parents were powerless. That was why they could all bully her that easily. It wasn't that it wasn't easy to marry into a wealthy family, but it was in fact, impossible, unless she had a good family background.

She blinked her eyelashes as tears streamed down her face, leaving a mark on her face that had light makeup on.

Jenna sniffed and put the makeup on again.

She couldn't help but to have tears rolling down her face again and put on more makeup.

She repeated the action again and again until she heard crying sounds. She turned her head around and saw Jerry standing at the door of her bedroom with his mouth agape as he cried in pain.

"Jerry." Jenna's tears froze for a moment, and her chest felt as if it had been stabbed by a blunt weapon. She hurriedly stood up, rushed over and bent down to hug him.

"I don't want you to hug me. You're just like Dad.