My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 469 You Are Degrading Yourself

Chapter 469 You Are Degrading Yourself

Jermaine sucked a mouthful of cold air when he felt the pain in his back. "Hey, Timothy, I'm not even together with Ms. Joule. There's nothing going on between us."

"I saw her talking and smiling at you at the bar the other day. I saw everything."

"It's not like I can walk away if she wants to talk to me," Jermaine said helplessly.

"Then why did you go to the private hospital?" Timothy questioned. "Someone told me they saw you talking to her at the hospital today."

Timothy could not understand. She had rejected him in the morning, yet there she was, meeting up with Jermaine at the private hospital the next moment.

The thought of it infuriated Timothy. He grabbed Jermaine by the collar, almost lifting him from the ground. "Even if she's interested in you, she is still my wife. That doesn't change even if we're divorced. Don't you dare lay a finger on her. I swear I will chop off your hands if you do that!"

Jermaine felt suffocated. He tried pulling Timothy's hands away desperately as he choked out, "T-Timothy... Let me go... Listen..."

"What were you guys doing at the hospital? Tell me!"

Jermaine had no choice but to come clean. "She was the one who contacted me. She wanted an appointment with a gynecologist," he said, taking a careful look at Timothy. "She's pregnant." Timothy let go of his hands. "What?"

Jermaine coughed a few times, then quickly put his hands around his neck to protect himself.

"She's pregnant, but she tore the report and threw it away. She said she can't have a child when her life is so messed up."

When Jermaine finally caught his breath, he told Timothy about what he had seen. "By the way, I think I saw your family's car at the hospital this morning."

Timothy did not respond. It was as if he did not hear Jermaine at all.

"Timothy?" Jermaine called out. "I thought she got into your car after she left the hospital. If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

"What do you mean?" Timothy asked, looking at him in confusion.

Over at Blue Shore Café, a waiter was serving two women at the window seat.

After the waiter left, the beautiful woman took out a small container of medicine and gave it to Johanna.

"Have you eaten?" Vanessa asked.

Johanna took it up slowly, reading the words on it. She smiled and looked up.

"I see you have a lot of free time at your disposal, Mrs. Jensen. I just got to the hospital, and now you've already received the news about my pregnancy."

"Johanna, are you trying to take revenge after everything I've done to bring you up?"

Years back, when Timothy brought Johanna home saying they were married, Vanessa was horrified. Never in her slightest imagination did she expect Johanna to do that. Ever since that time, she had lived in fear for four years, thinking Johanna would say something to Timothy.

"Revenge?" Johanna asked in return. "Am I not your daughter? Do you "

Vanessa threw lemon water in her face before she could finish her sentence.

"I wouldn't have sent you abroad if I'd known you would do this to me. I spent tonnes of money on you, but this is what you do to me in the end. I should've just let you die!" Vanessa seethed, glaring at her. Johanna wiped away the water on her face. A taste of sourness and sweetness spread across her mouth.

Vanessa put down the glass on the table. "Timothy's Jeremiah's only son. He will inherit the family's business in the future, so the woman he marries has to be from an equally good family. Do you think Jeremiah's silence is his concession? Do you think he really acknowledges you as his daughter-in-law? He didn't say anything because he still thinks Timothy is still not mature enough to take care of the company. Give it two years, and he'll start making noises. Do you think you can change anything by getting pregnant? Let me tell you, Johanna, you're just degrading yourself!"

"So you can marry someone else and be a good mother to his child, but you can't do the same for me?" Johanna questioned.

"Then what should I do?" Vanessa asked. "Do you expect me to be a single mother and take care of you after I divorced your father? Where do I get the money I need to raise you? You wouldn't even be able to study abroad if I had not married into the Jensen family. I am your mother, but I also have my own life!"

"Yeah, you're right! I'm being unreasonable," Johanna agreed, forcing back the tears in her eyes.