His Precious Love

Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Make Them Pay

That said, Ringo was still perplexed.

He studied the information and discovered that it was Sandy who told Kenneth her old name. How could someone who had lost her memory remember her name? No matter how he thought about it, it was contradictory.

Jefferson quickly used a pen to sign the electronic contract.

Ringo watched in silence and felt bitter.

He had watched Jefferson grow up and knew how much he had been through. In order to inherit the Terblanc family, Jefferson had worked extremely hard, but now he had to hand it over to someone else.

Putting away the tablet, Ringo asked, “Sir, do you want me to go to Kenneth’s house and take a look?”

“No, just have someone send over an expensive gift.” With that said, Jefferson turned to look at Ringo sternly. “I’ll personally check to see if she is my mother. Don’t mention it to my father.”

“Yes, Sir.” In the end, Ringo reluctantly agreed.

A woman who was supposed to die in a fire reappeared twenty-plus years later with a new face, and Cyrus was now using her to make a trade with Jefferson for the Terblanc family.

Regardless of how Ringo looked at it, the deal was not worthwhile.

Initially, he intended to inform Boniel, who was in Yartran, that his wife was still alive without telling Jefferson. If Boniel was aware of it, Jefferson would remain the Terblanc family’s legal heir.

Moments later, Jefferson finished writing a letter, sealed it, and gave it to Ringo with one of his tie clips. “Return to Yartran and give Father Vernal this letter. He knows what to do.”

In an instant, Ringo’s expression changed slightly. “Sir, have you forgotten how demanding he was the last time you asked him for assistance? Why do you feel the need to seek his help once more? What difficulties do you face?”

“My brother wants to kill Belle.” Jefferson lowered his head and spoke in an icy tone. “I’ve tolerated him far too many times. This time, he has stepped over the line. I’m going to make him pay!”

No one can ever hurt someone so precious to me!

“Even so, there’s no need to ask Father Vernal for help. He’s too ambitious. You don’t have to put yourself on the line just to exact revenge on Mr. Cyrus,” said Ringo.

Hearing that, Jefferson struck the glass coffee table with his fist.

Consequently, the glass coffee table broke into pieces and scattered across the floor.

A murderous aura exuded from Jefferson as he uttered “Ringo, you’ve been talking too much lately.”

“Understood,” Ringo responded after a long pause, clutching the letter in his hand. “I’ll depart in a while.”

When Jessica came back, Rayna noticed that she appeared unwell and inquired as to whether Wyatt had suffered a serious injury. In response, Jessica said that she was just worn out and that Wyatt seemed fine following the operation.

Rayna decided to stay with Jessica in the room.

The latter was curled up on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee. However, her eyes were not quite as full of life as usual.

After a long time, Jessica muttered, “Nana.”

“What’s the matter?” Rayna moved to take a seat next to Jessica. Noticing Jessica’s pale complexion, Rayna suggested, “If you don’t feel well, go and sleep for a while. The mall incident really frightened everyone.”

However, Jessica shook her head and rested it on Rayna’s shoulder. “When a man’s family has hurt you, and despite your desire to exact revenge, your heart eventually softens, what does it represent?”

“Wyatt’s parents don’t like you?” Rayna queried.

“I think they like me…” answered Jessica vaguely. “It’s just a what-if question. What do you think it means if this were to happen to you?”

After giving it some thought, Rayna replied, “It probably means you’ve fallen in love with that man. That is why you no longer desire vengeance.”

“Is that so? I hate this kind of love,” mumbled Jessica. Every time she closed her eyes, she would remember Wyatt taking the bullet for her. She hated the feeling very much.

“Why do you hate it? Does he not like you?”

Since Jessica did not know how to answer, she simply remained silent as she rested her head on Rayna’s shoulder.

Seeing that, Rayna did not probe further.

After more than an hour, there was a knock on the door. Curtis had arrived.

The moment he saw Rayna’s exhausted expression when she opened the door, he caressed her cheek and uttered with a hint of distress, “Wyatt is fine. Theodore is looking after him in the hospital. You girls should rest.”

“I can’t fall asleep.” Perceiving his grim expression, Rayna inquired, “Why did you come here? Did something happen?”

“I have to leave for a while and might not come back until tomorrow afternoon. I came over to tell you about it because I’m afraid you’ll be worried,” Curtis replied.

Rayna immediately guessed what he was up to. “You want to look into the incident at the mall?”

“Yes.”

“Leave it to the local police.” She was unaware of the hundred million dollar bounty on her and expressed concern, saying, “I’m afraid you’ll get hurt like Wyatt.”

A smile flitted across Curtis’ face as he remarked, “I’m not that weak. My best friend was injured by those robbers, and my wife was also nearly hurt. I’m not going to let them go easily.”

He had made up his mind to take the matter into his own hands.

“Please be careful.” Rayna gave up trying to persuade him. She then rubbed her face affectionately against his palm. “Please come back tomorrow afternoon safely. If there’s anything, I’ll send you a message.”

After giving her a loving glance, Curtis promised, “Okay. You have my word.”

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As Curtis made his way down to the first floor, he happened to meet Gabriel, who had just returned from Norham. The long journey appeared to have worn him out, and the wind had messed up his hair.

“Mr. Faymon.” Gabriel walked up to Curtis to greet him. While still feeling a little scared, he commented, “Wildjet is awesome. It only took a few hours to travel such a long distance. When I was on it, I was utterly terrified.”

“Where’s James?”

“James said he would leave everything to you and went back when he found out Ms. Garland was fine. Ms. Kristie is filming in Turlen, and he’s worried about her being bullied,” Gabriel replied.

Immediately, Curtis gave him a disapproving look and asked, “Why are you referring to James by his name?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“He’s my brother-in-law.” Curtis straightened Gabriel’s tie and said solemnly, “You should be referring to him as Mr. Griffith, and regarding the ‘Ms. Garland’ title—”

Before Curtis finished his sentence, Gabriel felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly apologized, saying, “I’m sorry. I said it incorrectly. I shall address her as Mrs. Faymon. By the way, how is Mrs. Faymon doing?”

He immediately changed the subject after reading the atmosphere.

Only then did Curtis’ expression soften a little. “She’s all right. Where are the people you hired?”

“They’re on their way from Norwal City and will be here in half an hour.” Gabriel took a quick look at his watch and reported, “I’ve already made the necessary arrangements. When they get here, they’ll know what to do.”

“Where’s the address I want?”

“Here!” Gabriel handed over the document and piped up excitedly, “Mr. Faymon, I have never seen such a spectacle before. Please let me accompany you so I can support you.”

Sneering, Curtis stated, “You’re just going to hold me back.”

“I won’t!” In an effort to appear tough, Gabriel patted his chest and declared, “Please don’t underestimate me, Mr. Faymon. I’ve been practicing combat arts for two years! These people must have a death wish. How dare they try to harm Mrs. Faymon and scare her? I have to make them learn their lesson!”

“Shut up.” Curtis felt Gabriel was being too noisy and walked out while reading the document. “Go get a taxi.”

“Okay!” Gabriel quickly walked away.

After hailing a taxi, he opened the car door for Curtis and only entered the taxi after Curtis had seated himself. Just as he sat down, he heard Curtis ask, “Are you sure Jefferson’s brother’s Chanaean name is Arnaud Montail?”