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Chapter 232 Quit Crying | Said Quit
Sharon had ruined Natalie's hand; yet as Natalie's boyfriend, he hadn’t stood up for her. Instead, he had crushed
her further to protect Sharon. Was that when she finally gave up on me?
A sudden panic clawed at Jensen's chest. No-it wasn’t like that!
He turned on his heel to leave.
Sharon froze for a moment.
“Jensen, where are you going?”
She grabbed his arm, unease creeping through her.
“Let go!”
His eyes were as cold as ice.
Sharon's heart skipped a beat.
“You're just going to abandon me?”
Her eyes were rimmed red, as pitiful as always, but Jensen only grew restless.
Back then, when Natalie had been wronged, her eyes had reddened too-especially that day when her hand was
smashed; the look in her eyes had been so full of grievance and fury. And what had | done?
Jensen shoved Sharon off him and said flatly, “Sharon, letting you live here is already the biggest courtesy | can
give you. If you know what's good for you, focus on your pregnancy; stay out of my business, and don’t do
anything | don’t like. Otherwise, I'll make sure you pay for it.”
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With that, he strode off.
“Jensen!”
Sharon could feel he wasn’t the sas before. How could this be? He had married me, why is he treating me
with such indifference now? It was all Natalie's fault! Why hadn't she died in that fire? Why did she have to come
back?
If not for her, she and Jensen would have been fine.
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A flash of hatred and coldness darkened Sharon's eyes.
Jensen, however, cared nothing for what Sharon thought.
As he walked out, he pulled out his phone and called Hansel.
“Hansel, sendthe design drafts from Natalie’s comeback.”
His request caught Hansel off guard, but he quickly agreed.
Before long, Jensen received the screenshots Hansel forwarded from the internet.
He stared at the designs, eyes narrowing.
He had been with Natalie for five years; no one knew her design style and artistic touch better than he did.
This wasn’t her hand-drawn work.
It was computer generated.
Of course.
But he remembered her saying she could only find inspiration when sketching by hand.
That meant she truly couldn't pick up a pen anymore.
She must have opened her stujust to make a living off Sunny’s reputation.
And the reason she demanded five years of design fees was because she could no longer rely on her own talent
to survive.
There had to be other designers in that studio.
Which meant Natalie would never design with her own hands again.
Jensen's chest tightened with a suffocating ache. What have | done?
Not only had he followed his mother’s orders and sent Natalie five years of chat records, but he had even
thought of using it as an excuse to see her more often.
Was | insane?
That wasn’t care-it was pouring salt into her wounds.
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The thought made him want to slap himself.
“Hansel, can we take back the screenshots we sent to Natalie?”
Hansel sounded dumbfounded.
“Mr. Jensen, those screenshots were already delivered long ago. And in fact, Natalie has already retained a
lawyer to deal with us over this matter-didn’t you remember?”
At that, Jensen’s memory stirred.
Without thinking, he smacked himself across the face.
The loud smack carried over the line, leaving Hansel stunned. Who just hit Mr. Jensen?
But Jensen didn’t care what Hansel thought. He said in a low voice, “Contact Natalie's lawyer. Tell him I'll pay
Natalie every cent of her design fees from the past five years-but | need to meet with her in person.”
Hansel didn’t quite understand what Jensen meant by this.
Give her a stick, then a sweet date? Probably.
After all, that was exactly how Mr. Jensen had treated Natalie when defending Sharon before.
But Hansel doubted Natalie would fall for it now.
“Mr. Jensen, if you truly intend to compensate Natalie, it would be better to just transfer the funds directly to her
account. | don’t think Natalie wants to see you right now.”
After sthought, Hansel decided to voice his opinion.
Of course Jensen knew Natalie didn’t want to see him.
But he wanted to see her.
Desperately.
Especially when he thought about how her crippled hands must ache with the weather-his heart clenched
unbearably.
“Do as | said.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Hansel shook his head, but agreed anyway.
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