The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 137

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

"You treated Oneida like that," Edmund said as he shot a scorching gaze at Tatiana, "but you pretend nothing happens when Jennifer is at fault!"

"You!" "Tatiana glared at Edmund displeasingly.

"Watch your tone, Edmund Chaser!" She called his full name directly with an angry tone.

"Stop it!" Laicas suddenly interrupted the mother and son, who were at each other's throats.

He frowned and said sternly, "It's indeed Jenn's fault! She must apologize, and she also must be punished."

He glanced at Tatiana sideways and warned coldly, "Besides, aren't you too biased? Ida is your daughter. Even if you have no feelings for her, don't hurt her."

"I..." Tatiana opened her mouth and wanted to refute.

However, Lucas retracted his gaze and stopped looking at her.

Jennifer bit her lip and stayed silent on the hospital bed.

Tears rolled out of her eyes, and she closed them embarrassingly.

She felt extremely ashamed in her heart.

In the building opposite the hospital.

Jackson took off the nano earbuds in his ear.

He had hidden a bugging device when he snuck into Jennifer's ward just now.

Hence, he could listen to the noises in the ward through the earbuds.

Since Jennifer had confessed the truth, he would not do anything to her.

He cast the gun aside.

Jackson turned around and walked to the door.

"Mr. Bane." Victor hurriedly followed him and asked respectfully, "Are you going to the company or returning to Garrison Mansion?" Jackson stopped in his tracks.

"Let's go back to Garrison Mansion," he answered without hesitation.

Oneida was resting in Garrison Mansion.

Now that she had been cleared of the slander and injustice she had suffered, she should be happy.

Thinking of this, a trace of tenderness flashed across Jackson's eyes without him noticing.

In the hospital ward.

The people left again.

Only Christopher was left to take care of Jennifer.

Jennifer was tired of crying.

Traces of dried tears were still showing on her face.

Christopher merely watched her quietly. He pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

"Christopher," Jennifer called him softly, feeling nervous about his gaze.

"I'm here," Christopher responded expressionlessly.

His emotions were unreadable on his handsome yet solemn face.

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Will you dislike me? Jennifer breathed deeply, feeling a little emotional

Her big eyes looked pitiful.

Hearing this, Christopher paused,

He did not expect Jennifer to ask this question.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and answered, "No"

Even if Jennifer was wrong, he would still forgive her.

He would still love Jennifer no matter what she became.

No matter how much time passed, he would always remember the promise he made in his heart when he was a child.

He would protect Jennifer for the rest of his life.

Jennifer was moved when she heard Christopher's answer. She pursed her lips slightly and revealed a light smile. "I knew you were the best, Christopher."

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"By the way," Jennifer said, suddenly remembering something and instinctively looking behind Christopher, "I saw you were holding something in your hand just now, Christopher. What is it?" Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Is it a gift for me?"

Christopher did bring something for Jennifer.

He initially wanted to gift it to her.

However, he did not expect what had happened and forgot to take it out.

Christopher nodded, and a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed across his gentle eyes. "It is indeed for you."

After saying that, he handed Jennifer the item he had put aside.

It was a bouquet of flowers.

To be exact, it was a bouquet of white baby's breaths.

It was romantic, beautiful, pure, and passionate.

"I hope you can recover soon, so I brought you flowers," Christopher said sincerely as he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses onto the bridge of his

nose.

Jennifer immediately accepted them.

Her eyes widened in surprise as they lit up brightly. "They're beautiful."

Then, she looked at Christopher again and frowned slightly. "Why did you give me baby's breath?"

"Why did he choose baby's breath of all flowers?" She pondered.

In fact, her favorite flowers were actually white roses.

Jennifer did not particularly like the baby's breath.

Hence, she was a little puzzled.

Christopher was silent momentarily as his cold eyes subconsciously fell on the baby's breath.

"Why did I send baby's breath?" He thought.

Their story started with the baby's breath.

He would always remember what happened that year.

At that time, he was only 11 years old.

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After being treated in the hospital for a whole year, his mother finally could not bear the pain of illness and passed away.

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He stood before the hospital bed as he saw the haggard, disfigured woman off.

She used to be elegant and beautiful.

Yet, when she left, she was like an empty husk that had lost vigor.

Christopher did not cry..

At that time, he did not have a clear concept of death. He thought his mother was merely asleep.

It was not until his mother was burnt to ashes and buried under the gravestone that he realized something.

He would not have a mother anymore.

He would never see her again.

At that moment, he suddenly burst into tears and almost fainted.

For the next month, Christopher did not go to school. He was too sorrowful and had to rest at home.

He was depressed all day.

Then, his father decided to take him to Berdon Mountain near Jeahron to get him to relax.

There was a famous resort called Saint Yales Resort.

Many affluent people in Jeahron liked to go there for a vacation.

When he went there, the Bane family and the Chaser family were coincidentally there. It was particularly lively.

However, the liveliness had nothing to do with Christopher.

Although he was in a resort, he still locked himself in his room. He did not go out and had no mood to enjoy the scenery.

He was still shrouded in sorrow for the loss of his mother and could not extricate himself from it.

He hid in the shadows of the room, burying his head in his knees and letting his tears flow down.

Until one day, he heard a noise from the window.

He subconsciously approached it and noticed a baby's breath stuck on the outer edge of the window.

It was pure, simple, beautiful, and tough from the wilderness.

It was the first time he saw the baby's breath, and he thought it was gorgeous.

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There was a small note in the gap between the flowers. He opened it without hesitation. The note wrote: [Here's a flower for you. Don't cry anymore.]

The writing was round and neat. They were pretty and inexplicably adorable.

He felt his heart skip a beat.

It was as if something slowly crawled out of the darkness within his heart and warmly filled it.

He kept the note and the baby's breath well.

His sadness seemed to have lessened, but he was very curious about the person who sent him flowers.

Then, he found a bunch of baby's breaths out the window the next day.

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