Chapter 29 What Did Jefferson Do to You


    Chapter 29 What Did Jefferson Do to You?


    "I..."


    N hesitated.


    "If it''s not convenient for you to say, then please forget it."


    It was their privacy, and Elianna had no reason or authority to pry.


    "It''s not inconvenient."


    Feeling somewhat guilty towards Elianna, N easily told her.


    "I offended Jefferson."


    "What about your dress?"


    N''s tone was awkward, "He... kicked it off me."


    Elianna was speechless.


    She had thought that Jefferson had forced N, but she didn''t expect it to be true, just as Jefferson


    had said.


    After hanging up the phone, Elianna inexplicably felt a sense of relief.


    At the same time, she also sensed something strange.


    N was already attractive in appearance, and since that legendary incident, her fame had


    skyrocketed.


    There were many intentional marriage proposals, but Mrs. Gentry had been reluctant to mention her


    marriage, instead, she urged her to get closer to Jefferson...


    Suddenly, Elianna had a bold idea. Could it be that Mrs. Gentry had long nned to use N to get


    close to Jefferson?


    In that case, the incident where Gerald drugged N was also full of suspicion.


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    Although the Gentry family was considered low-ranking among the wealthy families, as long as they


    could be associated with the term wealthy family, they wouldn''tck money.


    Why would they ept gifts and then ignore the person, causing Gerald to be angry and


    forceful?


    Unless they intentionally provoked Gerald, making him participate in this y.


    This y not only established N as a renowned figure but also deepened the image of loyalty


    among the women of the Gentry family.


    Elianna tugged at the corner of her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes. It seemed that the


    Gentry family was even more unsightly than she had imagined.


    After dying for a while, there were hardly any cars left in the parking lot when Elianna left.


    The taillights shed, only illuminating a small space behind the car.


    In the darkness where the headlights couldn''t reach, a woman in a deep V-neck dress was being


    dragged towards the car with her mouth covered.


    She struggled desperately, trying to make the BMW Mini that she had once despised stop, but her


    mouth was tightly covered by the person behind her, and she could only scream for help in her


    throat.


    The bodyguard found her annoying and knocked her out, then he put a bag over her head and


    threw her into the car.


    ...


    Elianna''s n didn''t seed, and she thought she wouldn''t have a chance to go to the sanatorium.


    Unexpectedly, the next morning, she received a call from Mrs. Gentry.


    "I heard about what happened yesterday, and it was you who resolved the crisis."


    Elianna didn''t dare to take credit and cautiously said, "I am a member of the Gentry family, so


    naturally I have to share the worries of the Gentry family."


    This response was considered eptable, and Mrs. Gentry was satisfied. She graciously said,


    "Although things didn''t work out this time, you did your best."


    Elianna held her breath, waiting.


    "Go to the sanatorium and take a look."


    A surge of excitement rushed through Elianna''s veins, and she suppressed her excitement and


    repeatedly thanked her.


    After hanging up the phone, Elianna wasted no time and got into the car immediately.


    Afraid that something might go wrong along the way, shepressed the one-and-a-half-hour


    journey into fifty minutes.


    When she arrived at the sanatorium, her fingertips were cold.


    Feeling nervous in her familiar surroundings, Elianna became even more timid when she reached


    the ward.


    She clenched her teeth and gently pushed open the closed door.


    "Drip-drip-drip"


    The quiet room amplified the sound of the medical equipment.


    The man leaning on the bed had a breathing mask on his face, and the only difference from before


    was that his eyes were open.


    When he saw her, his eyes contained too many emotions, causing her eyes to well up with tears.


    Her throat rolled, and with a trembling voice, she called out.


    "Brother."


    This call was like a floodgate opening. Since the incident at home, all her strength had crumbled at


    this moment.


    Stumbling to the bedside, she looked at the once refined and elegant face bing thin and


    haggard. She didn''t even dare to speak loudly, and her voice sounded hoarse.


    "Brother, how are you? Are you okay? Are you feeling ufortable? Can you speak now?"