"You can just call me by my name," Yvonne said politely.
Jacqueline straightened her wig. "No, I couldn't possibly do that. I'll just call you Miss Frey. I'm Jacqueline Conrad."
"I know."
"You know me?" Jacqueline looked surprised.
Yvonne's eyes flickered, "Well... I've read on the internet that you are a very well-known ballerina."
"I see," Jacqueline had a hint of pride in her eyes when she heard the compliment, but she spoke modestly. "It's all thanks to the fans. Have a seat, Miss Frey."
"Thank you," Yvonne said, then sat down on the chair beside Jacqueline’s bed. "I heard from Hen... Mr.
Lancaster that you would like to meet me, Miss Conrad. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Fortunately, Yvonne caught herself in time before she made the mistake of addressing Henry by his first name.
Jacqueline didn't seem to notice anything strange in Yvonne's words and smiled gently, "Nothing in particular. I just heard from Henry that you are my bone marrow donor, so I wanted to meet you and
personally thank you."
"You don't need to thank me, Miss Conrad. Although I'm donating my bone marrow, I also got what I
wanted in return." Yvonne subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.
Jacqueline became interested. "May I ask what it is?"
"Well..." Yvonne lowered her gaze and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry Miss Conrad, I can’t tell you."
Jacqueline was quite unsatisfied that she refused to answer her question, but she wore an understanding look on her face. "It's alright, everyone has their own secrets. Please forget about my question earlier, Miss Frey. But I have another one to ask you. I hope you can answer me..."
She narrowed her sunken eyes.
"What is it?" Yvonne suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Jacqueline rubbed the cover of her book and spoke slowly. "Your voice sounds very familiar, Miss Frey. I have a feeling that I’ve heard it somewhere. Do you feel the same way too, Miss Frey?”
Her voice was flat and calm. Although Yvonne couldn't hear the emotions in it, she could still clearly feel her displeasure.
Yvonne clenched her hands on her knees into fists tightly as panic appeared in her eyes. The expression o n her face faltered. "Not really. This is the first time
I've met you, Miss Conrad."
She didn't expect Jacqueline to actually remember the call.
"You’re right that this is the first time we’ve met, but I really think I've heard of your voice before, Miss Frey." Jacqueline pressed her temple with her finger. "Ah, I remember now. The call from two days ago... You're the person who claims to be Henry's wife!"
Yvonne immediately stood up in shock, "I... I..."
"So it was you!" The expression on Jacqueline's face turned frosty.
Yvonne knew that she couldn't stay any longer. If she did, her marriage with Henry might be discovered. She quickly took her bag and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Conrad. You've got the wrong person. I've stayed long enough, so I'll get going now."
After saying that, Yvonne strode quickly toward the door.
There was no way Jacqueline would allow her to leave this easily. She still had a mountain of questions to ask Yvonne. She smacked the bed under her hard," Who gave you the permission to leave? Stop right there!"
Yvonne pretended to not hear her and continued walking.
Jacqueline flew into a rage when she saw Yvonne ignore her words. Her gentle facade shattered as she glared at Yvonne and yelled after her.
"Yvonne Frey, stop right there...!"
Perhaps Jacqueline got too worked up. She erupted into a coughing fit before she could even catch a breath.
It was so bad that she looked like she was about to cough her lungs out.
Yvonne was worried that something would happen to Jacqueline. Her heart went soft and she stopped to look at her in concern. "Are you okay?"
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