My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 62

Jack's expression changed. Rachel realized she had probably said too much. "Thank you for your detailed answers."

He smiled awkwardly. "You're welcome." After a pause, he looked at her again and tentatively opened his mouth to speak. "You know, Wendy was weak. If you were in her place, I doubt you would've done the same thing."

Rachel scoffed. Was he serious? "What are you talking about? Me?" Rachel didn't know how to reply to what he had just said. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and gave a small smile. "I'm glad that you think so highly of me. But I'm not exactly like Wendy."

He nodded at her remark, still a little worried. Francis' cast was like a warning to him, and he wanted to prevent any further conflict with Rachel.

What he didn't understand was why Rachel didn't want to file for a divorce. He knew that she was not the type to covet wealth or fame.

On the contrary, Rachel disdained fame. However, she had no intention of divorcing.

It was unreasonable for a woman to be sensible when she was out of her mind. But Rachel wouldn't bother doing anything stupid.

However, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure she wouldn't do that, so he tried to sound her out. If she reflected a lot more about the divorce, ■3

then he'd come out with a safer option for the both of them.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted, Jack lowered his voice and said, "I want to ask you something."

Rachel was caught by surprise. She raised her brows for him to continue. "Well? What do you want to ask?"

He glanced at her uncomfortably, his body shifting in hesitance. "What do you think of us getting a divorce?"

Rachel groaned internally, 'Why did he have to mention it again?' On the bright side, it wasn't so serious. She sighed in relief. She thought he would tell her something worse.

Jack always brought this topic up. But her answer was always the same.

"As long as you can persuade Dad, I have no objection."

A gleam flashed across Jack's eyes. "Really? Do you mean it?"

"Yes," she replied curtly.

He thought for a while and nodded in agreement. "Okay, then..."

A knock on the door disturbed their conversation. Jack approached the door to the maid standing outside. She smiled elegantly and gently said, "Mendes is looking for Rachel."

Jack nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll tell her." ■3

Rachel glanced at him quizzically. He told her that Mendes was anxiously looking for her.

She sped past Jack, hurrying downstairs.

She was afraid that the child would suddenly burst into anger and annoy the two elders. It would not make a good impression.

When she came down, she saw Mendes obediently sitting on the sofa. But something seemed to bother him. His little eyes caught hers and he started to smile.

He got down from the sofa and ran towards her direction. Rachel laughed as his little legs glided across the floor. The boy cried in glee. "Rachel! I want to pee!"

Rachel sucked in a breath. She didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. She understood the embarrassed situation the boy was in and took his hand.

"Alright. Don't worry. I'll take you there," she said. Mendes nodded repeatedly. He had wanted to go to the bathroom since earlier but was too embarrassed to mention it to Johnathan and Tracy. He was so close to pulling his trousers down in front of him. But luckily, Rachel came to the rescue!

Rachel said to her parents-in-law, "Excuse me."

Mendes blushed and lowered his head. Jonathan was amused by his innocent look. "It's alright, young man. Go ahead."

As Rachel took the boy away, he sighed. "He is such a funny and lovely child."

Tracy had nothing to say. She just glanced at ■3

him. She didn't care whether the boy was lovely or not. He was someone else's child!

Jonathan was as cunning as a fox. She had slept beside him for so many years, and knew him inside out.

Jonathan had never agreed to their divorce before, but he suddenly changed his mind. It was strange indeed.

He had promised to persuade Rachel if she didn't agree. His son was too smart to feel something wrong, but remained quiet about everything.

Jonathan knew that his son was waiting for the perfect moment to approach and negotiate with him.

Seeing his wife's worried face, Jonathan quietly patted her hand. "Don't worry. We need to take our time."

'Take our time?' Tracy was speechless and a little angry by what he was suggesting.

Jonathan stood up to wash his hands. When he emerged from the bathroom, he saw Jack descending down the stairs. He asked casually, "How are things going with Rachel?"

"She said that as long as you agreed, she would have no objection."

"What do you mean by that? Did she refuse to tell you, or did you not explain to her in detail?"

Jack shrugged. "She just said she's willing to get divorce if you agree," he emphasized.

"Well..." Jonathan nodded. He furrowed his ■3

eyebrows and said with a cynical smile, "Alright. Well, I do not agree."