My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2291

Both of our perspectives and stands weren't on the same page anymore. Arguing further would just be a waste of time. Hence, I tried to explain as much as I could to distract her. "Do you have a better choice, or do you want to just kill me instead? But I'm sure you know Hendrix would never let you go that easily. And what about the Reid family? Could you even bear to see your child coming home and have no choice but to follow a murderer and run away for the rest of his life? Naomi, let's just all take a step back and let go of each other. In the future, you'll understand that leaving Jordan for good would be the best thing that you've done."

Naomi's anger could still be seen clearly in her eyes. She quietly stared at me for a few seconds, and she looked a little cunning. She looked down on my phone and said with a commanding tone, "Call Tobias in front of me now. I want to hear it with my own ears."

I was flustered for a moment and then smiled helplessly. There was no need for her to worry at all. It was just a phone call. I would not go back on my words and lie to her.

Even so, in order to reassure her, I immediately dialed Tobias' number and told him about everything. Then, I even sent him a Whatsapp message just as a reminder.

Naomi looked at the message I'd sent to Tobias, and after noticing that he had read it, her gaze gradually calmed down. But she immediately gave a sharp gaze and stared at me again. She kept her phone, turned around, and got into the car. "This is not over yet."

After saying that, she slammed the car door and drove away.

Perhaps it was because I had the same experience of losing a child before. Hence, when looking at Naomi's reaction, I wasn't angry but felt sorry for her instead.

Only mothers would understand the mixed feelings during the process of looking for her child. Previously, she was forced to participate in Jordan's plan, but hopefully, she would meet the right person who would be right for her in the latter part of her life.

After parting ways with Naomi, I waited for Jordan to appear. But a day had passed, and there was no news at all.

The only thing I could do was to constantly comfort myself, that this was normal, and that Jordan always had different thoughts in mind.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be Jordan anymore.

Even after comforting myself, I still pounced when my phone rang at night, but when I noticed that it was Aaron, I sprained my ankle and fell onto the sofa.