Boss's Sweet Secretary
Chapter 50: Letting Her Go Was Also Letting Himself Go

Hans's mother, Alice's depression was caused by Thomas's mistress. Due to Hans's young age, she had to suppress her depression until she passed Hans everything that belonged to him. After that, she lost the will to live and gradually lost her senses. It was difficult for her to even keep her food down.

Hans took her to the hospital for a physical examination only to receive a diagnosis of late-stage stomach cancer. All the doctors attributed her depression to cancer. It wasn't until after the car accident when the hospital gave Thomas her death certificate to sign only he knew that his wife hadn't had much time left, even without the car accident.

Half a year ago, when Hans came back from a business trip, he found his mother's diary in the attic of Thomas's house. It recorded every detail since Stephanie entered their lives. From the initial distraught to acceptance, to struggling to come to terms, to the incoherence, where she had already shown signs of depression.

It was all because of Stephanie and Thomas.

However, as karma would have it, the two sources of evil died in a car accident a year ago. So even though Hans knew the truths, he could no longer replace anyone to vent his anger on. There was only Jennifer left.

The moonlight peeked through the gap of the curtain and fell on the girl's face. The moonlight faintly reflected her delicate features.

Standing by the bed, Hans stared at her for a long time.

He thought over and over about what his mother said when she was seriously ill, "If you fall out of love with her, you must tell her. It's better to break up than lead her on."

Instead of saying that he had tortured her for half a year, it was more like he had tortured himself for half a year.

He did not get any of the joy from getting revenge on her. Every time he hurt her, his guilt and remorse stayed with him all night, keeping him up.

Perhaps letting her go was also letting himself go.

The next morning, when Jennifer woke up, Hans was having breakfast downstairs. When she saw the time on her cell phone, she jumped up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and put on makeup in a panic.

Nancy stood at the table and saw Jennifer rushing downstairs.

"Miss Jennifer, do you want pancake or waffle for breakfast?"

Jennifer glanced at the back of Hans's head and swallowed. "Waffle... Forget it. I don't have time, just give me two slices of bread. I have a bus to catch."

Hans glanced at her lightly. "Sit down and have breakfast, I'll drive you to the company."

These words coming from Hans's mouth sounded as unlikely as pigs flying.

Jennifer was a little flustered and sat down dubiously.

Nancy quickly brought her a plate of waffles.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will move back to grandma's place."

Hearing these words, Jennifer froze. She abruptly raised her head to look at Hans, only to replace that he wasn't even looking at her. He was calmly eating his pancake, expressionless, emotionless. As if he didn't say anything and it was just her imagination.

"What?"

"I'm not going to marry you, so starting tomorrow, you'll move back to grandma's place."

Hans raised his head and stared at her with his cold eyes, without any emotion.

Jennifer wanted to replace a trace of reluctance in his eyes, or even a trace of peculiarness, but she couldn't.

Did this mean that he got tired of her?

"I won't go." She lowered her head and said in a choked voice.

"You're not in the position to refuse. I'll ask James to help you pack your things this afternoon."

Jennifer bit her lip, she looked pale.

"If you don't want me to live here, I can just rent an apartment outside. I won't go back to grandma's place."

It was his grandmother who asked her to move to his place back then. If she had to move back in dejection, she didn't want to hear either grandma's consolation or the servants' gossips.

Hans suddenly stood up, and the chair behind him squeaked because of his abrupt action and then fell to the floor.

"Jennifer, do you think your life is too easy in the Miller's family?"

Jennifer lowered her head and almost buried her face into the plate without saying a word.

She had always been like this. She was as stubborn as a donkey, which was infuriating.

Hans stood by the table, staring at her coldly. They were in a stalemate, as if they would stay here for eternity until the other person gave up.

After a while, Jennifer put down the fork and stood up from the other side, avoiding Hans's gaze. "I'm full, I'll leave first."

Hans's face darkened, and he caught up with her. "Stop there, who said you can go?"

Jennifer stood there, with her head down and her back to Hans, not saying anything.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense. Nancy stood by the table, she did not dare to breathe.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hans glanced at the trembling servant. He snorted and dragged Jennifer into the car.

Hans was speeding the whole time. Jennifer clenched her seat belt and held back the turmoil in her stomach with all her might. She was afraid that she would puke and dirty Hans's leather seat accidentally. Halfway through, Hans braked all of a sudden and the car squeaked loud as thunder. If it weren't for the seat belt, Jennifer would have flown out of her seat and crashed into the glass.

"You said it yourself, you want to cut ties with me. I'm giving you the chance now."

A cold voice came from inside the car. Holding the steering wheel, Hans looked gloomy, and the blue veins on his forehead faintly showed his unwillingness.

Jennifer clenched her seat belt in fear. Her face was pale and she looked lifeless, but she still said firmly,

"Cutting ties does not mean that I have to move back to grandma's place. Just like what you said, I am not part of the Miller's family. My mother is dead and I have nothing to do with the Miller's family anymore. Since you don't want me here, then I have nothing to do with you."

She believed that Hans was tired of her and had lost all interest in her, so he was going to abandon her. However, she was not an object that he could just throw away anywhere he liked.

"Why are you so eager to distance yourself from me?"

His rare mercy had been met with Jennifer's refusal, and he was getting impatient. When he heard she said that she had nothing to do with him, his face immediately sank. He stared at Jennifer's stubborn face and all his anger suddenly poured out. "If you don't go back to the family house, where would you live? Are you going to live with your old lover?"

Jennifer was so angry that she looked up and wanted to refute. "You..."

Before she could finish her words, a pair of burning lips fiercely sealed up all her arguments. His big hands held the back of her head, pressing her closer to his gloomy face, sucking out all the air in her mouth, and stirring up her thoughts.