Chapter 386 I Should Work Hard To Support You
"But I''m serious." A sad-looking Jean walked towards Moore. "Only when you go back to Chicago,
Moore, will you inherit your adoptive parents'' inheritance. Don''t you already know that you need that
kind of money to lead afortable life ahead? And since you don''t want to recognize your father, you
don''t have to stay in H City to suffer. Don''t you think so?" said Jean with a sincere intent.
"Jean, I''m not afraid of suffering." Moore looked at Jean and said with his head held high.
''I am not afraid of difficulties nor the many hardship that life throws my way.
I don''t want too much. I will be happy as long as I can stay by your side and see that you are fine and
happy every day, '' thought Moore to himself.
"But it''s on my advice that you changed your mind and decided to stay. I regret this every time I think of
it. You could have lived the life of a rich, affluent man, but look at you now..." Jean was subsumed with
guilt as she pondered over the recent turn of events.
"Jean, stop worrying about me. I''m not as useless as you think." Moore watched Jean wringing her
hands as she fidgeted restlessly. He couldn''t help sighing. "Please know that I have no problem
supporting myself," he remarked.
"Stop worrying? How can I be relieved? Even if you leave the hospital in a few days, you can''t go to
work immediately. You''re still weak and will get tired too easily." A rush of anxieties came out of Jean as
Moore tried to cate her. "Anyhow, I feel you shouldn''t look for a job just yet. You have to rest for
another three months before you return to normalcy."
She had already made up her mind about how Moore should take care of himself and she was
determined to convince him too.
The way Jean forced Moore into agreeing made Moore feel warm and cared for. Her nervousness and
anxiety for him meant that he was important to her.
''Is she fretting over me because she cares about me?'' He was a little happy at the thought.
"Well, I promise. Even when I leave the hospital, I won''t go to work immediately." Moore couldn''t get
Jean worried about him unnecessarily, and so nodded in quick agreement, making a promise to her.
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"Really?" The fact that Moore had agreed to Jean without showing any resistance astonished Jean.
She had thought it would take more time to persuade him, but this was totally unexpected.
"Sure." Moore nodded reassuring Jean.
"Good." Jean knew that Moore did not agree this easily to deceive her but because of his sincere
feelings towards her. This only made her happy. "Then I should work hard to support you."
The thought that Jean would support him moved Moore beyond words. With a glint in his eyes, he
warmly smiled at Jean.
"Well, I am more than happy in that case." Moore nodded.
"From today onward, Mr. Bai, I''m the in-charge of your life," Jean said this in a mock-serious tone and
patted Moore on the shoulder.
Moore chuckled out loud. "Oh, well. Sure! Why don''t you go ahead and choose a room then?" he
asked.
"There''s no hurry to it, is it? Anyway, I''m the only one who is going to live in this big house for the time
being. With five or six rooms to choose from, I know I am spoilt for choice! But I don''t mind. Any room is
okay by me. The master bedroom is yours, of course,"
Jean said.
Straight after that, Jean started checking out all the rooms one by one.
A smile yed on Moore''s lips as he followed the petite Jean who was busy taking in different views
that each room offered.
"Wow! How beautifully decorated this room is!
Oh! What a fantastic room! This is a fantasye true for any girl. I feel like a princess already!
Ah! What a superbbination of pink and blue! I think I''ll go with this one. I am sure."
In her excitement, Jean had started talking hurriedly in a high pitch, as if she was unable to control her
happiness.
Moore was infected by her enthusiasm too and couldn''t help smiling broadly as she mused over one
detail or other.
Seeing Jean positively beam with happiness burst his heart with joy.
But when she pushed the door to thest room, all her exmations stopped and she turned pensively
silent. She was captivated by how meticulous this room was.
Moore, who was a few paces behind, sensed her thoughts. "What''s wrong?" he asked.
"Come and see for yourself." Jean said that and stepped aside.
Moore looked at her curiously and then approached the spot at which she was.
Now that he was closer, he finally saw a wall with pictures of him right from his childhood giving a
glimpse into his life.
His eyes were taking in all the framed moments of his past, but his heart was sinking.
"Moore!" Jean cried out with concern. "Don''t be paranoid! Maybe, your foster parents, out of their love
for you, specially decorated this room when they were still alive."
"It''s impossible. No matter how much they loved me, and no matter how powerful they were, there are
pictures here of the time when I wasn''t adopted. It was impossible for them to get these. In fact, they
were very open-minded. Both felt that it was wrong to investigate my past as they thought that could
hurt me," he said with certainty.
Jean couldn''t say anything more. Both of them now had a hunch that then behind all of this was
probably Moore''s biological father, Gary. He might have decorated the house for Moore but Moore was
in no mood to recognize that ruthless man.
"Well,e in and take a look! Maybe our guess is wrong." Jean finally broke her silence.
Moore nodded slightly and then approached the other side of room with trepidation.
Jean was standing next to a bookshelf and pointed it out to him. "Besides the wall, these books are the
only objects in the room. How about looking through them? Maybe you will find a clue here," she
advised.
Moore nodded and picked up a book. After ncing through the pages, he stopped at the first page.
He looked deadpan and serious.
Jean was keenly watching Moore. When she noticed him bing impassive, she asked
again,"What''s wrong?"
"These books are all mine." Moore showed the page he was holding to Jean. "Moore" was neatly
written in an intricate, loopy handwriting.
"Are you sure it''s your book?" Jean looked closely at the handwriting and asked doubtfully.
"I''m quite sure. How can I not recognize my own handwriting? And indeed, I have read all of these
books," Moore said with certainty.
"Then, perhaps our doubt doesn''t hold. After all, your foster parents knew you best. Maybe they loved
you so much that they prepared this room for you,"
Jeanforted him with an unsureugh.
She knew that her words were not convincing at all, but in heart of hearts, she was praying that Gary
was not behind all of this. After all, he had deeply hurt Moore.
Instead of saying anything, Moore picked up a ck notebook and opened it.
Reading slowly, his expression became more serious. Atst he closed the notebook suddenly and
gasped.
Hearing hisbored breathing, Jean dashed to be by Moore''s side. "What is it?" she asked.
"This house is really Gary''s." Moore looked at Jean with a fearful look. "Although the paperwork is done
in my name, I know that this house was handled by him."
Jean was shocked by the news and looked at Moore worried. She no longer knew how to say anything
With so much of excitement, Moore was struggling to breathe.
He looked around perplexed and finally epted the fact withplex feelings. He closed his eyes in
exhaustion.
The pain on Moore''s face made Jean grit her teeth. She grabbed his hand and was going to take him
out.
"Where do we go?" Moore opened his eyes, and looked at Jean like a lost puppy.
"Let''s leave from here." Jean did not turn back and went straight into the living room. "I couldn''t
understand why your foster parents left you a house in H City after you signed away their inheritance in
Chicago. Now I understand why. All this was designed by Gary. Moore, let''s go, don''t ept anything
from him..." she said angrily.