Chapter 1413 Why Should His Wife Suffer?
The store manager anxiously took out her phone and opened the video.
Oh no, I''m in so much trouble!
As the manager of a luxury store where a single cup could cost thousands of dors, she knew very
well that discussing customer privacy was forbidden, let alone secretly filming them.
This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.
Jonas watched the video expressionlessly. When he finished, he received a notification on his phone
showing a sessful transfer had been made.
The manager almost cried. "Mr. Crawford..."
Jonas gave her a gentle smile. "Leave your contact information. I hope you can ''identally'' upload
this video online when the need arises."
The manager stuttered, "I-I''m sorry. I didn''t—"
Stunned and unable to react for a moment, the manager instinctivelymented as a result of her
professional ethics. "I can''t reveal my customer''s details."
Even though Aimee wasn''t here to make a purchase, she was considered a customer as long as she
had entered the store.
With a charming smile, Jonas offered, "I''ll give you one million."
The manager was shocked.
Deal! she screamed in her head.
Jonas knew the manager would lose her job once she was caught leaking customer information.
Therefore, offering her one million was just enough to secure her future career ns.
Jonas transferred the money directly because he would certainly release the video.
There was no reason for his wife to suffer from unjust criticism.
Why should his wife have to suffer when he had the money to do anything he pleased? Besides, it was
not like his wife was in the wrong.
Ding! ''You''ve received a new payment of one million dors.''
The manager was utterly shocked.
One million.
There was one freaking million dors!
She didn''t want to do it, but Jonas offered her too much.
"Alright. Rest assured, Mr. Crawford, I will be there if you need my help."
Having received one million for no reason, the manager almost bowed and paid respects to her
benefactor.
A store manager like her usually earned an annual sry of only 30 thousand. It would take ten years
for her to get 300 thousand and thirty years to get nearly one million, meaning she had now pre-
received the sry for theing decades.
Now, she need not worry about getting fired, being scolded by the boss every day, or getting stressed
about the monthly KPIs. She now had thirty years of paid leave and would have reached retirement
age after thirty years. Who wouldn''t go for that?
The manager sent Jonas off, beaming. Then, she confidently closed the roller shutters as she had
decided to resign and return to her hometown.
''Sir, Happy New Year! I''m resigning.''
Her text rendered her boss confused.
...
Quinnie sat in the car with her baby in her arms, feeling extremely depressed.
"I know I shouldn''t care about other people''s opinions, but I... I can''t ignore them."
She choked up, not understanding how things had turned out this way. It felt like every day of her life
was bleak.
She couldn''t find her value in life, and everything she tried to do seemed to have gone wrong.
When her baby was just born, she didn''t know how to breastfeed and had no breast milk. She was both
anxious and devastated.
When her baby needed her, she couldn''t hold him much during her postpartum period, as she had
severeplications from the cesarean section.
When her baby was over a month old and needed a diaper change, she was flustered and didn''t put it
on properly, leading to her baby getting diaper rash.
Afterward, she nned to regain her figure, so she went on a diet and had low-calorie foods daily, even
doing body shaping exercises.
However, the more she tried to lose weight, the more she gained weight.
In just four to five months, her life underwent a tremendous change.
She used to feel that nothing could defeat her as long as she worked hard enough and that she could
ovee anything.
But since giving birth to her baby, she felt that she couldn''t do anything well. She even failed to manage
her figure.
At that point, she realized there were things that were unachievable even with effort. The harder she
tried, the less she gained, and the more she couldn''t find her value, which made her increasingly doubt
herself. It was like her former brilliance was merely a capital-driven hype, but she had mistakenly taken
it as her ability.
After giving birth, Quinnie was easily depressed and cried a lot. Even thinking about these things now
made her feel like crying again.
Right then, Jonas walked in and noticed her low spirits.
"Why are you crying?" Jonas was distressed and held her in his arms. "Whenever you feel like crying,
remember that I''m always here."
Quinnie choked up. "I feel like I don''t deserve you anymore. I''ve gained so much weight, but you are
getting even more handsome."
Jonas couldn''t help butugh. After giving it serious thought, he suggested, "How about I gain weight
with you?"
She rejected, "No way!"
The worst thing about depression was theck of understanding from others, especially from family
members. Many thought that those who suffered from depression were just being overly dramatic.
But the Woods family and Jonas had never treated her like that.
Jonas kissed her forehead and said, "Alright, let''s go home for Christmas. We''ll go see Lilly. Maybe she
has a solution."
Jonas also found it strange because Quinnie was very disciplined and hardworking. With how much
effort she had put in, she should''ve lost weight and regained her figure. Even if the progress was slow,
she shouldn''t be gaining more weight.
Moreover, she didn''t have any midnight snacks either.
Due to suspicions, Jonas had asked Josh and Zachary to give Quinnie a checkup. Even Grace would
check on Quinnie frequently, but there was nothing wrong with Quinnie.
That made Jonas constantly worried, wondering if the past incident with the doll still affected her.
At Crawford Mansion, the living room was enveloped in a mysterious soft light. Margaret and others
were busy, leaving only the Crawfords in the living room, talking and chatting while watching Lilly.
Hugh sat on the couch, habitually holding a newspaper, but his gaze asionally shifted to Lilly, Cloud,
and Jean.
His eyes carried a sense of contentment, and his typically stern countenance had softened. Even some
of his wrinkles had smoothed out a bit.
As though ying with y, Lilly kept pinching various parts of Cloud''s body.
His tattered soul had finally been fully regathered.
Cloud quickly lifted Nephele and asked, "Can you mold her back as well? Uhm... I''m not rushing you. It
just so happened that…"
Lilly was confused.
She hadn''t said anything yet.
Why was her seventh uncle so eager to exin things?