When Alice returned to the apartment, she felt suffocated.

She felt that when she saw Candace, the grievances and suffering that she had stored in her heart over the years had surged out at once.

She felt that when she saw Candace, the grievances and suffering that she had stored in her heart over the years had surged out at once. She didn't want to talk; she just wanted to cry.

However, what was the use of crying?

Grace had told her that crying was useless. It would only make her look more cowardly, and it would not be of any help.

Alice took a deep breath and went to the bathroom to wash her hands first. Then, she washed up without saying a word.

Jensen noticed she was in a bad mood, and understood that she had been hurt by Candace.

Although she didn't say anything, he knew that she was upset.

She took a shower in the bathroom. After that, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and came out. Then, she went into the dressing room to look for a change of clothes without sparing Jensen a glance.

As he watched her walk over, he felt his heart break.

He said, "Alice, I'll take a shower first. Let's talk after that."

"Just go ahead and take your shower. Don't worry about me. I'm fine," came Alice's reply from the dressing room.

Jensen could hear that she was feeling very dejected.

He frowned, and went into the bathroom to wash himself quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, he came out in a bathrobe. Just as he was about to change, he smelled a whiff of alcohol.

He was stunned. He stretched out his head in shock to check out what was going on, only to replace that Alice was drinking.

He paused when he saw her sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a bottle of red wine on the coffee table. She held a wineglass in her hand. She swirled it softly and finished it in one gulp. Looking at the bottle, it seemed like she had taken quite a lot. She had finished half of the bottle in such a short time.

This was very fine imported wine, and it was quite strong.

Jensen felt a little worried. He walked over without changing out of his bathrobe. As he looked at Alice, he asked with concern, "You feel like drinking?"

"Yeah." She nodded and took another gulp. The effect hadn't taken place, so she was not dizzy yet. "I feel like drinking a little. Do you want some?"

He was taken aback, and a glimmer of light flashed in his gaze. He knew that if he did not drink it, Alice might have some other thoughts.

She was upset right now. She needed someone to talk to. Even if he didn't say a word, he could just stay with her.

Therefore, he nodded, "I'll have a little."

Alice nodded and handed him a glass. "Wouldn't it be better if you pour it for yourself?"

"Okay." He sat down beside her and poured a glass of wine for himself, and another for Alice.

The two of them finished the wine together silently. Jensen looked at her with pity in his eyes.

"Do you think I've gone too far?" Alice suddenly asked.

He paused at her words. He knew what she was thinking about. He shook his head slightly and answered, "No, you're not. You've already held yourself back today. I know that you had no other choice." "You're not blaming me." She smiled, but the smile on her lips was a little stiff. "I thought that you would've disagreed with me hitting her."

Logically speaking, she should not hit Candace. However, Jensen understood the misery in her heart.

He shook his head. "No, you feel aggrieved in your heart. After she left the both of you, your life has never been easy. I also know that you didn't do it for yourself, but for Grace."

He believed that Alice was mad at Candace's words because she knew how rough Grace had it over the years. Alice was standing up for her.

She was stunned. She looked at Jensen, realizing that he knew her very well.

Tears welled up her eyes in an instant, and she said bitterly, "I'm so frustrated. She always makes Grace take up her responsibilities, and she hasn't had it easy. It's been so hard over the years, and Grace even has to take care of her son now. Furthermore, she even dares to act this way.

"I know, I know." Jensen nodded and said seriously, "I know you feel bad for Grace."

Alice fell silent for a moment. She blinked away the tears in her eyes, and said in a choked voice, "Jensen, it's so kind of you."

He smiled and opened his arms to hold her.

Alice leaned against him. She was not drunk. She said softly, "Both of our mothers don't agree with us being together. I really feel that I have no luck in having a mother-in-law and a mother."

"It doesn't matter," Jensen comforted her. "Since you've never enjoyed a mother's blessings, you can have your own child and give the blessings to our daughter-in-law in the future. Meanwhile, I will compensate you for everything you've never enjoyed before."

"Thank you, Jensen." She thanked him sincerely, "That's great. I will never be like my mom."

She was too heartless, had no sense of responsibility, and she was extremely selfish.

As she laid in Jensen's arms, Alice enjoyed the tranquility at this moment.

Gradually, she felt a little drunk and dizzy.

Jensen put his hand on her back gently and tried to comfort her from time to time.

It was very comfortable.

"Jensen, do you think that Lowell is my brother?" Alice asked in a muffled voice.

"It's hard to say," Jensen replied. "But it's very likely that he's your brother. Candace knows that we will carry out the test on him. If she gives us a fake, you will definitely call the police. With my years of experience of handling cases, I think that it's very likely that he's your brother."

"Actually, it's not bad to have a younger brother if we didn't have such a mother," Alice remarked. "I like to have a lot of siblings, but it's a pity that our family is too complicated. Marry has the same father as us, but a different mother. If Lowell is our younger brother, then we have the same mother but a different father. It's really complicated."

"It doesn't matter," he replied. "None of these matter."

"Then what do you think matters the most?" She asked.

"What matters the most is that both you and Grace are very kind," he answered.

Alice looked at him and burst into laughter. "You really know how to comfort me." "No." He shook his head as he explained, "I'm not comforting you. I really think that you are not a girl who will go too far, as you will be grateful to Grace for raising you and taking care of you. This is a rare quality, which many people don't have. Gratitude is not proven by words, but actions."

"It is not easy to show it."

Alice looked at Jensen, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. It seemed that she was not herself anymore. Since when was she so amazing?

Looking at Jensen's determined face, she felt very warm in her heart.

Grace told her that he and Heinz had met Candace that day, and she had said something terrible to them. However, Jensen didn't complain about it, and even comforted her. It was really a rare and commendable act.

"Jensen." Alice looked up, held his face with both hands as she apologized in a low voice, "I feel very sorry for Candace's words. I'm sorry. It's all because of me that I've made you go through all of this."

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