Chapter 1943 Telling Her The Truth


    In fact, this was not the first time Jefferson had bitten Adrienne''s face. However, he had never bit


    her this hard before. It used to be just a joke and Adrienne never felt pain from it, so she had never


    gotten that angry.


    The reason she was angry right then was mainly because of Jefferson''s tone. He told her that she


    was not allowed to do whatever he told her not to. Wasn''t he just treating her like a pet by saying


    so?


    Nevertheless, Jefferson did not seem to realize how angry Adrienne was. He moved closer to her


    and rested his head against her face. He reminded her, "Baby, be good and listen to me! Don''t be


    angry anymore."


    "If you want to bite me, then bite me, but don''t expect me not to be mad after." Adrienne was so


    angry that she raised her fist at him. Yet, she retracted when she thought that her hand would be


    hurting instead. "Jefferson, do you think I''m your pet?"


    "Yes," Jefferson admitted as he nodded.


    Adrienne was about to explode at his answer. "Jefferson!"


    He immediately added, "I''m also your pet." "Get out of here!" Adrienne yelled.


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    Who would want to raise such an arrogant pet?


    Whoever wanted this pet could take him.


    "Alright, that''s enough. It''s gettingte. Let''s go take a bath and get some sleep," Jefferson


    suggested with a wide smile.


    Although Adrienne was still mad, she didn''t forget what he had promised her earlier. "Jefferson, I''m


    being serious here. Tell me everything or don''t me me for not going easy on you."


    "What do you mean? Adrienne, I don''t understand what you''re talking about." Jefferson was ready


    to tell Adrienne what had happened, but when he wanted to speak, he just couldn''t get the words


    out. He had his qualms and worries.


    "Are you messing with me again?" Adrienne felt wronged as she bit her lip and stared at him with


    her tearful eyes. It seemed as though if he were to say anything to tick her off again, she would


    never bother to ask him anything again.


    Adrienne''s soft but ruthless character would made him feel helpless at times. If he did note


    clean to her now, Jefferson knew that Adrienne would never pester him about it again. In other


    words, she would distance herself from him.


    Jefferson did not want that to happen, so he confessed, "Little Specky, what I''m going to say next


    could be quite shocking to you and you may not be able to take it well, so I need you to be mentally


    prepared before I tell you about it."


    The look on Jefferson''s face was solemn as he cupped her face within his palms. Adrienne rarely


    saw such an expression on his face, and her heart began to palpitate as she urged, "Just tell me.


    Don''t worry about me. I''ve witnessed the death of both my parents and made it through that.


    There''s nothing I can''t handle."


    "My little idiot!" Jefferson pressed his thumbs against her slightly parted red lips. "You little idiot, I..."


    Adrienne pped away his hand and scolded, "It''s useless to be sentimental at times like this. You''d


    bettere clean with me now."


    Jefferson was a little distressed. He was worried about her, but she clearly did not appreciate it at


    all.


    "Well?" Adrienne pressured.


    "I went to meet the mastermind behind Freya''s casest night." Jefferson observed Adrienne''s


    expression closely but it showed nothing unusual. After a short pause, he continued, "That person


    was also involved in your parents'' case."


    After saying that, Jefferson''s gaze remained on Adrienne, without blinking even once.


    Unexpectedly, Adrienne asked in a calm tone, "I know that person too, right?"


    Jefferson was stunned by Adrienne''s reaction. He nodded mechanically and answered, "Yes."


    Adrienne questioned again, "And I''m very familiar with that person, correct?"


    "Yes." Jefferson nodded again. He appeared rxed, but deep down, he was nervous as his hands,


    which were hanging by his sides, had already clenched into fists.


    Upon receiving his confirmation, Adrienne breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was because he had


    confirmed her guesses, or it could be something else. "I think I know who you met up withst


    night," Adrienne uttered.


    Jefferson''s eyes widened in surprise as he asked, "You know who it was?"


    Adrienne smiled bitterly. "I could roughly guess it." Jefferson paused.


    He remained silent for quite a while. He didn''t know if Adrienne''s guess was correct.


    In his opinion, Adrienne''s guess was probably wrong. Otherwise, she would not be this calm.


    However, Adrienne soon gave Jefferson the answer, "If I''m not mistaken, the person you''ve risked


    your life to meetst night must be my father who died two years ago."


    Adrienne had a warm and gentle smile on, but it looked oddly unfamiliar to Jefferson. It was as if he


    had never seen it before, and he felt like he no longer knew her, the girl who he grew up with.


    Jefferson was still in shock when Adrienne added, "Jefferson, don''t interrupt me, let me take


    another guess. I think my father is not dead. He must have been living under a new identity."


    It was as if a loud bang was heard.


    At that instant, Jefferson felt like someone had just thrown a grenade on his head. His ears were


    buzzing, and he could not think straight.


    Adrienne wasn''t reacting like how a normal person would at all. She was soposed, to the point


    where it could send chills down one''s spine.


    Adrienne didn''t need to seek his confirmation as his expression had already given it away. Under


    Jefferson''s shocked gaze, Adrienne continued to analyze, "But I couldn''t figure out why he would


    fake his death? And who was the person who helped him with his n?"


    She looked at Jefferson and questioned with a slight smile, "Jefferson, do you know why he faked


    his death?"


    However, Adrienne didn''t give him any chance to answer. Instead, she spected, "He must have


    faked his death so that he could disappear from this world. So I''m guessing that he''s using his new


    identity to do things he dared not do in the past. The person who helped him with the n must be


    someone out of the ordinary. He or she is definitely someone powerful and they might even have


    their men nted among us, which exins why we haven''t been able to solve the case for the


    past two years. Well, I have someone in mind, but I can''t be sure."


    Jefferson did not expect that Adrienne could be this analytical. He was about to ask her how she


    had managed to guess all these when she spoke again, "I asked Mr. Zelson for a favor when I was


    at the headquarters today. I told him to show me the records for my parents'' case. There was


    nothing wrong with them, but he mentioned something peculiar. You both think that the truth will hurt


    me, which simply means that the murderer must be someone closely rted to me. There''s no one


    else I could think of apart from my parents."