Chapter 137


    Jodie replied, “My friend’s in the hospital, Aren’t you good friends with Christopher? Shouldn’t you know


    that his wife is in the hospital?”


    In fact, Steven was clueless. “Did that just happen? I didn’t hear anything about it. I’ve got something to


    do tonight, so I won’t be visiting. Speaking of which, as your employer, I need to remind you of


    something. Your performance at work isn’t too greattely. It seems like you’re… rather tired every day. A


    young woman like you should have sufficient sleep at night. It’s not good to stay up until the wee hours.”


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    Jodie managed to resist the urge to retort and replied, “Thank you for your reminder. I’ll keep that in


    mind.”


    He was not much older than her, but he just had to make himself sound as if he was a senior in life. That


    was what she could not stand.


    After reaching the hospital, she sighed in relief. Holding tightly to thest shred of her rationality, Jodie


    bid Steven farewell.


    Upon entering Margaret’s ward, Jodie was greeted with the sight of her friend’s frail look. Margaret


    looked exceptionally pale, and her red lips were almost as white as her face. “Meg, what happened?”


    Margaret then supported herself to an upright position before squeezing out a smile. “Sit first. Let me


    catch my breath.”


    Jodie helped Margaret up. After finding out about the entire incident, fury vibrated through Jodie’s being.


    “That b*tch Megan! She wants you dead! I can’t believe she did something like this. Karma should’ve


    gotten to her! Don’t worry, Meg. We have surveince cameras everywhere, so she won’t be able to


    escape from this. You’re Christopher’s wife, so the police will certainly solve this quickly. At most, we’ll


    get the results by tomorrow. Her deliberate assault that made you have a miscarriage will surely get her


    locked up for a few years. No wonder Jenson called. I didn’t pick up his call earlier. He must have called


    to tell me about this. Darn it. I’m so angry!”


    Margaret muttered half-jokingly, “If I knew you were going to be this angry, I wouldn’t have asked you to


    come. Sorry for making you worry.”


    Tears sprang to Jodie’s eyes when she heard that. “Why are you saying that? I’m shocked that


    Christopher isn’t by your side at a time like this. Doesn’t that mean that you were all alone before I


    came? I can’t believe he even thought that the baby wasn’t his. Honestly, you’re unlucky to have


    encountered this while Jenson was with you. He


    had no choice but to take his punch in silence…”


    Mulling over Jenson’s strange demeanor, Margaret then asked, “Do you know what happened to Jenson


    lately? There’s something odd about him. It was weird for him to suddenly invite me out. If not for his


    bizarre behavior, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet him alone.”


    At that, the look on Jodie’s face turned peculiar as she averted her eyes from Margaret. “I… I’ve been


    busy with work to earn a living for my mother, so I haven’t been in contact with him for a while. Speaking


    of which, shouldn’t you be more concerned about your wellbeing at a time like this? Why are you still


    thinking about him? Be honest with me-do you still like him?”


    Margaret lowered her head. A beatter, she mumbled, “I don’t know. Jo, don’t ask me that. Actually…


    Maybe… I don’t know how to categorize the ce Jenson has in my heart. I… just feel happy when I’m


    with him. Even if the skyes down on us,


    I’ll still be fine with it.”


    Jodie drew her brows together. “That’s a dangerous thought to have. Still, I’m rather curious about what


    you feel when you’re with Christopher. Why don’t you tell me about it, and I’ll analyze it for you?”


    What I feel when I’m with Christopher?


    Margaret pondered about everything that happened to her in the past before saying, “I find him scary.


    Every time I’m with him, I’m terrified and wary. I’m afraid of making him unhappy. He’s an entric


    person. He’s an angel to everyone and everything but me. To me, he’s the devil. However, I can’t think of


    the times when he was horrible to me. As a matter of fact, he’ll buy me medication for my upset stomach.


    When I tell him I don’t like the smell of nicotine, he stopped smoking around me.”