NovelEnglish“If | were a sure loser, you wouldn't be calling me right now.” Dorothy’s voice was even, betraying no emotion. “Right?” Amanda was caught off guard by her composure and her voice pitched up in response.
“Do you think Everett will always protect you? Let me tell you, he is my son!” “Yes, | know that.” “Dorothy!” “The outcome of this lawsuit isn’t up to you or me. We'll just wait for the verdict. No need for any backchannel chatter.” Without a hint of malice, Dorothy hung up the phone. She wasn’t one for nasty exchanges, finding them pointless.
If she got Amanda so worked up that she fell ill before the verdict, Dorothy would be the one under the microscope for blame.
Besides, Everett would be caught in the middle, and that would be unfair to him.
It really wasn’t necessary.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKaren agreed to get the marriage license.
It was the only way to get a chance to leave this place! Besides, once at the registry office, she might find a better opportunity to escape. Jeffrey couldn't possibly keep his eyes on her every second.
Since they were going to get the marriage license, Jeffrey had dressed up — suit and tie, hair perfectly styled, his handsome features sharp and defined.
Sitting in the car, he seemed excited, holding Karen's hand a little too tightly.
In contrast to his eagerness, Karen remained silent. Resting her head against the car window, she didn't utter a word.
“Feeling okay?” Jeffrey sensed something was off.
“No.” “After we register, I'll take you wherever you want to go for lunch or shopping.” Karen looked up, meeting his gaze. “Do you really have to do this?” Jeffrey’s face darkened instantly, his eyes turning stormy.
“I've said it before, marrying me is a done deal. Sooner or later, we have to do this, so why the resistance?” “But we hardly know each other!” “We have the rest of our lives for that.” Karen pursed her lips, knowing that arguing was futile.
When they arrived at the city hall, she had hoped for a chance to slip away amid the chaos, but to her dismay, Jeffrey had the place cleared out.
It was just the two of them registering.
“Mr. Turner, Ms. Miller, do you want to take a photo first?” “Sure!” Jeffrey said, eager to pull Karen along.
“Wait!” She suddenly shouted, then clutched her stomach, “Jeffrey, | need to use the restroom, okay?” She tried to look as urgent as possible, fearing Jeffrey wouldn't believe her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFortunately, Jeffrey didn’t overthink it and nodded. “I'll take you there.” “It's okay. | can go by myself.” With that, she hurried towards the restroom.
The moment Karen had entered the building, she'd scoped out the restroom'’s location.
Jeffrey instinctively started to follow but stopped after a step, letting her go.
Maybe she really did just need to use the restroom.
He didn’t want to press Karen too hard.
With the city hall surrounded by his people, why make her feel overly trapped? Jeffrey stood still, pulling out his phone to check it.
On the screen were missed calls and pleading texts from Paige.
[Jeffrey, please, I'm begging you, leave my family alone! My mother is really on her last legs!] [Can't you show some mercy for the few months we were together? Please?] [Jeffrey! They just issued a critical condition notice for my mom, are you happy now?] Happy? His lips curled into a sardonic half-smile.
Of course, he was far from satisfied.
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