Chapter 310


    Chapter 310 My Wife Should Have What Others Have


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    Upon awakening the next morning, Neera found herself in better spirits. The injury on her waist had


    improved. somewhat, no longer as severe as the previous day.


    Following her routine of sending the triplets to school, she decided to take a day off from work.


    Recognizing the ongoing difort in her waist, and with swelling that had yet to fully recede, she


    deemed rest at home a wise choice.


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    As she reached her doorstep, she coincidentally crossed paths with Jean, who was preparing to leave.


    Neera was surprised and questioned, “Leaving a bitte today? Are you headed to thepany?”


    Jean shook his head and replied, “No, I’m nning to check on my Mom.”


    Concern marked her expression as she inquired further, “Is there something wrong with your Mom?


    Hasn’t her dizziness and cold improved?”


    With a furrowed brow, Jean confirmed, “It seems to have worsened. I need to check up on her.”


    Neera briefly deliberated before reconsidering her intention to rest at home. “Just wait a moment. Let


    me park the car in the garage, and then I’ll check on her with you.”


    However, Jean declined her offer, asserting, “You don’t need to do so. You injured your waist yesterday


    and it’s not fully healed yet. You should rest at home. I’ll check out the situation first.”


    Neera epted his decision, advising, “Alright then. Drive safely. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to


    call me. I’lle over to help.”


    “Alright.”


    With Neera safely inside the vi, Jean resumed his journey to the mansion.


    Upon arrival, it became evident that Wrenn’s condition had indeed deteriorated since hisst visit. Her


    appearance had grown more haggard, in stark contrast to her previous state.


    Joanna remained by her side, attending to her needs and offering tea and water in a facade of care.


    Though her actions seemed devoted, Jean’s distrust of her remained steadfast as he asked, “You said


    it was just a cold. Why is it getting worse? What’s going on?”


    Joanna’s heart tightened, though she maintained aposed expression, she exined everything to


    Jean.


    “Mr. Beauvort, please don’t be upset. It was just a cold. However, Madam hasn’t been sick for long, her


    body umted many viruses, leading to the severity of her current condition when she contracted


    this cold. I’ve already given Madam her medication. Once her body expels the toxinspletely, she


    will recover naturally. During this time, I’ll take care of Madam and ensure her full recovery.”


    Wrenn trusted Joanna from the beginning. Weakly, she vouched for Joanna, “Jean, don’t be upset.


    Joanna isn’t responsible for this. She has been genuinely concerned for my well–being. It’s just that my


    immune system has weakened over time, and my recovery is not as swift as before. Please be patient.”


    Jean’s demeanor softened slightly at Wrenn’s assurance. “Make sure to take good care of yourself. If


    your condition doesn’t improve, I’ll bring Neera.”


    Wrenn agreed, “Alright, I’ll follow your


    advice.”


    Unseen by others, Joanna’s eyes darkened with frustration.


    What kind of charm does that woman possess to capture Mr. Beauvort’s attention?


    Wasn’t she the one looking after Wrenn all this time?


    Joanna seethed with resentment.


    Changing the subject, Wrenn asked, “Why didn’t Neerae over?”


    Jean replied softly, “She wanted to tag along initially, but she had an injury on her waist yesterday. I


    didn’t want to strain her, so I didn’t bring her along. I’ll bring her to visit you next time.”


    Concern etched on her features, Wrenn inquired further, “Injured? How did she get hurt? Is it serious?”


    Jean kept his response sinct, “It’s not too severe, just a sore waist. She just needs to rest for a


    couple of days.”


    Wrenn refrained from pressing further, instead adjusting her position against the headboard.


    Inadvertently, her gazended on the ring adorning Jean’s finger. A moment of confusion flitted across


    her expression as she asked him, “Where did you get the ring from? I’ve never seen you wear one


    before.”


    Jean calmly raised his hand, regarding the ring with a natural demeanor. “I bought the ring with Neera a


    couple of days ago. I should wear one, as we are married anyway.”


    Wrenn’s reaction was understated, “Ah, makes sense.


    Joanna’s jealousy was through the roof as she thought of Jean buying a ring with another woman.