Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 299

Earl and Georgia accompanied Marissa to the VIP room on Central Island. They were chatting and laughing together. There was going to be a grand banquet the next day, and Earl would have to go on stage to give a speech for the closing ceremony of the New Year Banquet at Richards Manor.

Aria returned to the VIP room, and the feeling of panic and fear finally started to subside.

After a while, she started feeling cold. She remembered that she had a mink fur shawl and called out with a frown, "Minnie, where's my mink fur shawl. Come and drape it over me. I'm cold."

But even after a few consecutive calls, she didn't hear a reply. She was surprised for a moment, and she had a bad feeling about it.

She quickly ordered the guards to look for Minnie.

After sitting next to Earl with her phone in her hands for more than an hour, the guards returned and told her that they couldn't find Minnie. Aria's eyelids started to quiver.

She had called her many times, but her phone was turned off.

Where could she be? Aria thought to herself. Minnie had been with her for so long, and she knew that she would never just leave her like that. Besides, Minnie was supposed to complete some tasks that were delegated to her.

The thought of it made her stand up instantly.

She immediately instructed Maud to look around with some helpers. After a few hours, she received bad news.

Minnie had gone missing.

Aria suddenly realized something. Her heart skipped a beat.

It was the first day of the New Year, and the weather was cold. The streetlights were dim, and the street vendors were on their New Year holidays. Bright lights could be seen lit in the houses along the road, with the families celebrating joyfully. There weren't many people on the streets. So, the drive was smooth. Soon enough, Rayan's car arrived at the Zevery Hotel.

Jenna got out of the car and stood at the entrance of the hotel. She felt insecure in her heart, and couldn't figure out who was looking for her. Moreover, why was he looking for her? She thought to herself apprehensively.

Rayan parked his car and got down. Then, he walked over to her.

"Jen, don't you know the person looking for you?" he asked.

Jenna shook her head.

A gleam of light flashed in Rayan's eyes, and he asked, "Do you have to go see him?"

After a while, Jenna nodded. Her instincts told her that the person looking for her probably had no malicious intentions. However, she wanted to find out who he was.

She nodded.

"Okay. Then, I'll go up with you," he said gently as he gave her a tender smile.

Jenna wanted to reject his offer, but Rayan had already walked forward.

The two of them arrived on the eighth floor of the Zevery Hotel. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jenna rang the doorbell.

A moment later, someone opened the door. Jenna looked up and saw that it was the young man in the black suit. When he saw Jenna, he smiled politely. His gaze darkened as soon as he saw Rayan standing beside her. He said courteously, "I'm sorry, but only Miss Murphy is allowed in here. Other irrelevant people may wait outside.

Rayan's eyebrows twisted into a frown.

Jenna had already made a decision in her heart. She turned around and said to Rayan, "Rayan, wait for me in the lobby. I'm sure nothing will happen. I will be down as soon as possible."

Rayan stood still. He was worried about Jenna's safety.

"Don't worry. My boss is a kind man. He won't harm Miss Murphy," the young man said politely as if he could read Rayan's mind.

Jenna smiled and nodded at Rayan.

At this point, Rayan had no choice but to go downstairs after he had given her some instructions.

"Miss Murphy, please come in." The young man opened the door and gestured to her.

Jenna walked in with a nervous heart. The young man then stepped out and closed the door.

It was a high class hotel suite. The decorations in the room were very luxurious.

When Jenna walked in, she was surprised to see that there was no one in the room.

"Jenna, you're here." A warm but familiar voice came from the balcony, and Jenna was taken aback.

Who is this?

She quickly walked a few steps closer.

She could see clearly that there was a stainless steel wheelchair on the balcony with blankets all over it. On the wheelchair sat a man who looked like he was in his fifties. He was balding and was wearing a thick, cotton sweater. Despite the fact that he was sitting down, Jenna could tell that he was tall and lofty from his figure.

Jenna coughed audibly, twice, and stared curiously at the back of the wheelchair.

This figure seemed familiar too.

But even after racking her entire brain, she couldn't guess who this person was.

"Excuse me. May I know who you are?" She stopped, asking softly.

"Jenna, Don't you remember me already?" The man in the wheelchair laughed and slowly turned around.

Jenna's eyes widened. After a long time, a look of astonishment grew in her eyes, and her lips began to tremble.

"Uncle Richards, have you recovered? Can you speak now?" she asked.

Trevor laughed heartily, and his eyes were full of love and trust.

"This is all thanks to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to recover so soon. Thank you, my dear daughter-in-law," he said with a warm and a bright smile.

Jenna blushed, and lowered her head shyly. Hearing him refer to her 'daughter- in- law¹ made her glum.

She was no longer his daughter-in-law.

"Uncle Richards, I'm so glad that you have recovered." Jenna was so excited that her words began to jumble up and her cheeks turned red. She raised her head and tears of joy trickled down her glistening eyes.

It was her dream for Trevor Richards to recover!

However, doubts started to arise from her heart. When she went to the hospital to see him a few days ago, he still wasn't able to speak, and could only move his arm slightly. Now, his words were clear and his movements were smooth. The chances were very minute for him to recover so quickly within a few days. How did this happen?

Of course, Trevor could see the doubts in her eyes, and could guess what she was thinking. He gave her a smile, and waved his hand at her.

Jenna was suspicious, but she slowly walked forward. Only then could she see that his complexion was still pale. There was barely any blush on his face. Even though he had woken up and recovered, his body was still very weak.

"Uncle Richards, you woke up a long time ago, didn't you?" she asked in a low voice.

Trevor smiled gently, with a mysterious light in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for not letting you know, Jenna. You must've been worried," he said helplessly and with a heavy tone.

"I had reasons as to why I didn't tell you earlier. Please forgive me." He continued.

His tone was very sincere and gentle, without the manner of an elderly person. Instead, he said it to her as though she was his friend.

Jenna smiled and said in relief, "I'm just glad that you've recovered from your illness. It doesn't matter anymore."

Trevor nodded happily, pointed to the front, and said, "Jenna, please push me into my room. I've just watched the fireworks coming from Richards Manor. I feel very proud and content."

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the distant sky filled with fireworks. The fireworks were bright and colorful, and magnificent images formed in the sky. Unfortunately, the fireworks ended eventually, and they didn't reappear in the sky again.

Jenna was surprised. This was unexpected. According to the plan, the fireworks were supposed to go off for an hour. Why had it ended so soon? She thought anxiously.

Little did she know that the entire Richards Manor was in chaos due to her disappearance. Everyone was busy looking for her and trying to determine her whereabouts.

It was really cold on the balcony, and the chilly northern wind blew across the night every once in a while.

Without much thought, she pushed Trevor back into his room.

"Uncle Richards, does Madam Richards and Hansen know that you've recovered?" Jenna asked as they returned to the room.

Trevor's gaze was deep and sharp. With a stiff expression, he shook his head and said softly, "You're the first to know, my child."

"This..." Jenna was dazed for a while, as she didn't understand.

Why didn't he tell his family that he had recovered to make them happy? She pondered. Furthermore, it was the New Year Banquet that day. He could've participated in it.

"Child, will you still call me 'dad'?" Trevor asked with a trembling voice after a long time.

Jenna stood blankly and looked at him, not knowing how to answer him.

"My child, I know that we've wronged you. The entire Richards family has wronged you," he said as he let out a heavy sigh. Seeing Jenna's perplexed expression, he could understand how she felt. Ever since he was able to hear, he could remember every single word she had said to him in the ward this whole time. At first, he tried to analyze everything she said. Then, he started to remember everything, remembering her tears, remembering her pain and helplessness. He remembered clearly that she said she was going to leave.

Jenna was dumbfounded for a long time. When she finally returned to her senses, she asked in shock, "Uncle Richards, do you know about everything that had happened?"

A gleam of light flashed in Trevor's sharp eyes. He nodded solemnly and said, "Right after my surgery in America, I started to be able to understand some things. In the past month since I've returned, I've already recovered a lot. However, I did not awaken. I couldn’t awaken. So, I could definitely not let all of you know."

He said slowly with a mysterious gaze. The incident that happened three years ago flashed in his mind, and he could only feel guilt towards Jenna in his heart. Those days when he'd been in the hospital, Jenna visited him everyday and helped him with some rehabilitation exercises. She also told him many things, and he found out about the many things that were happening. He secretly investigated those matters, and finally understood how everything had happened.

As the saying goes, 'there is no smoke without fire'. Everything happens for a reason. Everything that had happened up until that day had been a scheme orchestrated by others, but his son wasn't clear- headed enough. Furthermore, Marissa liked to make decisions based on her emotions. She was shallow and could never see beyond the surface in all matters. Whenever there was a crisis, he might've not been able to awaken, but he had secretly done many things to help.

There was a reason he had invited her to come over at eight o'clock sharp that day. He knew that Brock wanted to kidnap her, and he was worried about her despite having arranged some body guards to follow her. Three years ago, he did not manage to save her in time, which led to everything that had happened afterwards. This time, he had to ensure that nothing would happen, and he had to invite her to come over personally so that he did not have to worry.

"Jenna, I'm so sorry. You were married into our family, but I've never treated you like how I should've as an elder member of the family. I've even once mistook you for a gold-digger and a vain person. Come to think of it, it's all my fault. I was the one who made the situation escalate like this," he said sincerely with a guilty expression.

Jenna stood there in a daze. Trevor's apology made her want to cry. She felt downcast but at the same time, a sense of relief in her heart. Her hard work had finally been acknowledged, at least for Trevor, who finally approved of her and saw the other side of who she was.