Chapter 130


    Chapter 130 Cultivating feelings


    Farra grabbed Jean’s hand and solemnly said, “From now on, it’s best for our two families to stay away


    from each other.”


    When she had delivered her ultimatum, Farra took hold of Jean’s hand and walked back to the ward.


    Jean was shocked by the turn of events —she noticed that Farra’s eyes were red.


    She hesitated but finally offered, “Aunty, do you need a tissue?”


    Farra paused for a moment and turned to face Jean. “Why didn’t you say anything back to her? Letting


    Ally berate you like that,” sighed Farra. “you’ve been with Benny’s side this whole. God knows he


    doesn’t deserve you. I can’t believe that child had the audacity in her to say such things!”


    Jean made an archaic smile from Farra’s words. She handed the tissue to her. “It’s pointless to tell her


    that,” Jean consoled. Those criticisms and usations —they were not worth mentioning in the


    conversation.


    She lowered her gaze towards Farra’s hand. “How were the test results? Do they still need to…”


    Jean paused. She decided to stop herself from bringing up the subject. She knew Farra had always


    been worried about the amputation.


    “No, no!” Farra smiled tearfully and held a report, “The doctor said that Benny has been recovering well


    for the past two days. There will be no need for an amputation,” smiled Farra. “all nned operations


    have been cancelled. Although, there are two more operations required. Both operations are of low


    risk. He just needs to recover slowly…”


    Bang. There was a loud noise from the ward. Jean’s instinct kicked, and she rushed into the ward.


    Ben was on the ground with an anguished expression. Pieces of broken ss that originally formed a


    drinking ss were scattered all over the floor. Ben looked at Jean in a daze. “Just now, what were you


    talking about with my mother? What amputation? What surgery?” He gasped.


    “You’re injured,” said Jean as she grabbed his bleeding hand. “Aunty, call the nurse over.”


    “Alright,” responded Farra. She hurriedly ran out to the reception. Ben seemed to be falling in and out


    of consciousness. He kept asking Jean, “Tell me who is having an amputation!”


    Everyone was hiding something from him. Ben was limping towards the water dispenser when he


    overheard the conversation by the door. He copsed out of panic. Jean cursed with gritted teeth.


    Eventually, this secret will be exposed.


    “Ben, there was treatment proposed by the doctors. It’s been called off,” consoled Jean. “Don’t worry,


    you will be able to race again. Definitely.”


    Jean didn’t know how to calm him down. Her words seemed to lose integrity as she spoke. Jean


    focused on Ben’s hands. She brushed away the stray fragments of ss and gently blew on his hands


    —all she wanted was for him to feelfortable. Yet…


    Ben gasped, “So, this is just your way to cure your guilt, isn’t it?” He grabbed Jean’s shoulder to anchor


    her down and cried, “What if I can no longer drive? H3ll! If I can never walk again, will you even be


    here?”


    Heughed hysterically. Ben babbled, “I’m such an idiot. You would think I would know you by now. I’ve


    been chasing a ghost, hoping to be loved. You wouldn’t agree!”


    “Ben,” murmured Jean. Jean met with his gaze. She grasped onto his wrist. The man stared into his


    paramour. Neither of them exchanged words for the moment.


    There were so many things Jean wanted to say —to confess. Maybe she did feel guilty. Was it a crime


    to feel those things?


    “Ben, if it was me on that road, I would have done the same,” eximed Jean. “I’m a person of my own


    Ben, I know what I’m doing,” she smiled with an ache in her heart.


    Suddenly, the door behind them creaked open. Jean immediately released Ben’s hand.


    This was a failed marriage. There is no way to salvage what has been destroyed.


    Ben is in a good ce with his family, it would be best if she didn’t interfere. Perhaps God, or the


    universe, or maybe karma, needed them to cross paths to learn a lesson. Jean needed to understand


    that she could not break his heart again.


    As Ben watched Jean exit the door, he wore a weary expression.


    A nurse entered the room and helped Ben to dress. Farra Emilio paced around as she grew worried.


    “Where is Jean? She went out for so long. I’ll give her a call.”


    “No. Don’t let her,” stopped Ben. “I don’t want to see her.”


    Farra, with a puzzled look said, “Did you two just quarrel? Jean is a good person.” She sighed and


    continued, “I’ve reflected on this well enough, and you two are good for each other. In fact, me and your


    father support the two of you together.”


    “No.”


    Ben was confused. Definitely. He just didn’t know what to say after that moment.


    Farra looked at him and then focused back on the report. Shemented, “Emotions are fickle.


    However, you can learn to cultivate your feelings. There is a long way to go.”


    He copsed onto his hands and made a frustrated sound. “I don’t want Jean to be with me out of pity.”


    Initially, Jean exited the building to clear her head. She just had a meaningful moment with Ben and


    needed to process it.


    Suddenly, Sonny called her on the phone.


    The conversation led her to hail a cab straight to Edgar.


    She needed to meet Edgar in person and find out who tempered the investigation results of the Racing


    Association!


    But for what? To publicly admit that it was all an ident.


    Jean was immediately stopped by security as she entered the front desk.


    “Ms. Eyer, you can’t see Mr. Royden without an appointment.”


    “Step aside!”


    Jean gritted her teeth. “If you don’t let me in today, you will regret it.”


    “Ms. Eyer, please don’t embarrass us.”


    “Jean Eyer?” Someone came from behind and recognized her.


    The individual was dressed in a handmade suit, with a kind smile. His bright eyes did not reflect his


    current age of a fifty-year-old.


    Edbart Royden, Edgar Royden’s second uncle. He was the current vice president of the Royden


    Group.


    The vice president supposedly had no real influence, though. Justst month, he was moved back to


    Yorktown.


    The fact that he was one of Edgar Royden’s few rtives and gets along well with him further


    contributes to Jean’s opinion of this individual. Edbert was also there when they got married.


    They first met at that time.


    Edbert smiled broadly and said, “I’ll simply say, I’m not old-fashioned yet.” Jean turned to face him.


    “Let go,” he scowled at the security people who grabbed Jean’s hand.


    “But, Vice President…Ms. Eyer has no appointment. We can’t let her in,” said the staff with


    embarrassment.


    Edbert frowned and immediately helped Jean out of the siege. “She does have an appointment with


    me. Now, if you mind, unhand her.”


    He waved his hand and gave Jean a wink.


    They both entered the elevator.


    Jean was confused by the whole turn of events. “Why are you helping me?”


    “It doesn’t matter why you and Ben separated. You were still once family. Kids these days need to


    cherish family, or they’lle to regret,” sighed Edbert.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.