Chapter 1051
The ne touched down the next day. Raeleigh was exhausted. It did not ur to her that
Jepherson would be travelling to a distantnd so far away from the country.
Jepherson held her hand as soon as they disembarked from the ne. They got into a taxi and
headed straight to the hotel.
As he got off the taxi, Jepherson asked the hotel receptionist some details about a particr room.
He sounded as if he had arranged to meet up with a friend.
The hotel receptionist politely turned him down. "I''m sorry," she said. "Our guests’ details shall
remain confidential."
"Sure, I understand," Jepherson said. He then turned around and shrugged his shoulders, looking
rather disappointed. He made a phone call afterwards.
Raeleigh gazed at Jepherson. She could hear a man''s breathy moan when Jepherson’s call was
connected. It was cringeworthy. Immediately, she turned around and directed her gaze elsewhere.
Jepherson hung up on the man there and then. "That old man is still as sprightly as ever,"
Jepherson thought. "But what is up with the afternoon delights though? He should do it at night."
"Let''s take a seat," Jepherson said as he held Raeleigh''s hand while carrying the suitcase. "You'' re
tired, aren''t you? Let''s grab some snacks." Raeleigh was indeed tired. She could be seen leaning
against Jepherson.
They walked to the opposite side of the lobby to take a seat. Jepherson sped her in his arms.
They sat on a couch and ordered some food.
At that moment, Raeleigh felt nauseous.
She had no idea why she felt like throwing up.
"I''m not feeling well," she said. Jepherson lowered his head and pinched her face. "Having motion
sickness, huh?" Jepherson asked.
Raeleigh shook her head. "Could it be a stomach flu then?" Jepherson thought.
Jepherson then touched Raeleigh''s forehead. "You don''t have a temperature," he said.
"But I''ve been feeling sick though," Raeleigh said. "I have to go to the washroom." As soon as she
got up, she retched.
Like a cat on a hot tin roof, Jepherson bent over immediately. Then, he carried Raeleigh to the
washroom while holding his bag.
Raeleigh seemed to be suffering from food poisoning. The moment she went into the washroom,
she vomited all over the basin.
While Jepherson was waiting anxiously, Hansen called up.
"Raeleigh’s sick,” Jepherson said. "We’ re at the lobby. Come over here, please."
Jepherson was on tenterhooks as he waited outside.
"How are you doing?" Jepherson asked.
Jepherson kept knocking on the door. A slew of hotel guests could be seen staring at him,
wondering what had happened. Still feeling sick, Raeleigh mustered the strength to make her way
out of the washroom.
As soon as she walked out of the washroom, she leaned on Jepherson''s shoulder. Jepherson bent
over and carried her to the lobby.
While Jepherson was heading to the lobby, he saw Hansen and Jenna.
Jenna was taken aback when she saw her son carrying a woman. Soon afterwards, she was all
smiles. Hansen glowered at her. "Why are you smiling though?" Hansen said. "There''s nothing
funny. I have no idea why he''s here. Well, I’m not going back home though."
Hansen hadn''t had enough fun. Naturally, he refused to head home.
Jenna shrugged him off. She dashed towards Jepherson and asked, "Jerry, what''s wrong with her?"
Jepherson thought that his savior had shown up. T ve got no idea,” he said hurriedly. "She was
feeling nauseous when we got off the ne."
"What has she eaten?" Jenna asked. Her charming face showed signs of ageing. However, it was
still as tender as ever.
If she kept mum about her age, then no one would believe that she was a mother of two grown-up
boys.
Raeleigh gazed at Jenna. She was surprised to find that Jenna is in fact Jepherson''s mother. They
looked like siblings to her.
"I haven'' t been eating anything, and merely consumed some drinks," Raeleigh said weakly.
Hansen frowned and murmured, "Oh, Jerry, you little rascal."
Jenna turned around and looked at her husband. She thought that he was irritated. However, she
found no traces of anger as she looked into his eyes.
"Let''s head to the hospital and get a specialist in obstetrics and gynaecology to check on her,"
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Then, Hansen walked towards his wife and sped her in his arms. Jenna felt a little awkward.
Soon afterwards, she realized that her son had left the lobby, leaving his bag on the floor. Had she
not seen the bag, she would not have believed that her son was here moments ago.
By the time Hansen and Jenna arrived at the hospital, the doctor had confirmed that Raeleigh was
pregnant.
"How was it?" Jenna asked. Jepherson was all smiles as he got up and held Jenna tightly in his
arms.
Hansen walked towards them and pulled them apart. "Hey, kid. That''s my wife," he said.
Jepherson did not respond to his remark. He went into the ward to see Raeleigh.
Jenna rolled her eyes at Hanson. Having had to put up with nausea and vomiting, Raeleigh was
then feeling weak and disoriented.
Jenna turned around to look at Raeleigh. She sat down and said, "Pregnantdies have all sorts of
difort in many different ways. So, fret not."
"I''m so happy to know you'' re pregnant," Jenna added. "It''s just that..." Jepherson looked at Jenna
and interjected, "Not so soon..."
"Well, how old are you?" Hansen asked. He did not father a child at such a young age. Now that
Jepherson had fathered a child at such a tender age, Hansen felt like a sore loser. If only there was
a time machine to transport him back to his younger days...
"Humph!" Hansen snorted.
Jenna looked at him and said, "Hey, what''s wrong with you? Why are you perpetually angry?"
Hansen sat down and looked at Raeleigh. "She looks like you in your younger days."
Jenna was surprised to hear that. She looked at Raeleigh closely and said, "Oh, really?"
Raeleigh squinted her eyes. "Am I Jepherson''s first love?" she wondered.
"Jerry, be sure to look after her," Jenna said. "I''ll simmer some broth for her. Make sure she''s
properly nourished throughout her pregnancy. Goodness me, look at her hand. It''s so slender. I
wonder if the baby’s development would be impeded. By the way, have you guys nned to tie the
knot? I mean, she''s pregnant. You don’t want the child to be born out of wedlock, do you?"
At that moment, Jenna recalled an incident in her past. She could not help but to feel that in life, one
should always n ahead.
Jepherson thought for a moment. Then, he said, "Well, Grandma doesn''t like Raeleigh. I’ve always
told her that Raeleigh is Santiago’s girlfriend. Now that she''s pregnant, I''ve got to tell the truth. I’ve
no idea how she''d react though."
"Oh, dear. How can you do that?" Jenna said. "Grandma is concerned about you. You shouldn''t
have lied to her. Have a heart-to-heart talk with her. I’m sure she''d give her blessings to your
rtionship with Raeleigh." It had note to Jenna''s knowledge that Jepherson had been lying to
Marissa about his rtionship with Raeleigh. Had she known this earlier, she would have returned
home much sooner to resolve this issue.
"She''s pregnant and people would naturally think Santiago is the one who fathered the child," Jenna
thought. "Oh, no. This is going to be a real mess."
Jenna knew Marissa''s character well enough. She was certain that Marissa would hate Raeleigh
even more if she knew that she was pregnant.
Jenna felt sorry for Raeleigh.
"Oh, Raeleigh, you poor thing," Jenna said. "Jerry, I''ll have a word with Grandma." Jenna did not
wish to see her future daughter-inw going through all the sufferings that she had to put up with
over the years. Now that Raeleigh was pregnant, she would try her level best to tend to her.
Hansen could not be bothered. His son asked for it, or so he thought.
However, he was ted, as he would soon be a
grandfather.
"You’ re too slim," Hansen said. "Be sure to get yourself properly nourished."
Hansen stood up and sped Jenna''s arm. "It''s a little stuffy here," Hansen said. "Let''s go out and
get some fresh air. I thought you wanted to simmer some broth for her. Well, what are you waiting
for? Let''s go."
He then grabbed hold of Jenna''s arm and led her out of the ward.
Raeleigh opened her eyes slowly and saw Jepherson.