His Precious Love

Chapter 322

Jefferson glanced at the flower petals strewn all over the floor, his lips twitching. “Dad said you like

camellias the most…”

That’s why for decades, he likes them too. But why…

“Only your father would be fond of such dirty flowers!” Sandy uttered in abhorrence. The hatred within

her intensified when he saw that Jefferson appeared oblivious to certain matters. “What did your father

tell you about me?”

Her frostiness and cruelness sent a throbbing pain through his heart. Balling his hands into fists, he

answered in a low voice, “He said you’re the prettiest woman he has ever met. He adores you and

wishes he could give you the whole world.”

“Hahaha! Trust a despicable man like him to talk of a rapacious act with such awe–inspiring

righteousness.” Smiling plaintively, Sandy approached Jefferson and fixed him with a sinister gaze.

“Everything your father said was a lie! He was the one who took a fancy to me at the banquet, forcibly

tied me up, and dragged me back with him. I told him I had a husband and child, but he turned a deaf ear

and imprisoned me by his side.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body shaking like a leaf. “I pleaded with your father repeatedly, telling

him I’d do anything if he let me go and that I wouldn’t go to the police. However, he refused. He used my

husband and child to threaten me. I was to marry him. Otherwise, he’d kill them. I thought that if I did

what he wanted, he’d release me after getting tired of toying with me. Alas…”

She paused and glared at him balefully before continuing angrily, “I got pregnant! I was so careful and

never expected to get pregnant with you! Do you know how badly I wanted to get rid of you? I wished I

could drain my body clean of blood. The thought of carrying the child of a man like that filled me with

disgust. I would’ve rather died.”

I was utterly overwhelmed with feelings of hostility. I wanted nothing more than to die together with the

baby. However, that man had already found out about my plan. He was delighted after learning that I was with child and assigned ten servants to watch over me. There was no way I could’ve committed

suicide!

Every word she said pierced Jefferson’s heart like a dagger, riddling it with wounds, and his tall figure

began to sway.

He stumbled two steps backward, the joy he had felt in anticipation of seeing his mother vanishing

without a trace. In fact, he wished he hadn’t come here to meet her.

Swallowing hard, he said, “Those letters you gave me…”

The letters had been the motivation that pushed him to embrace life with passion.

Sandy sneered. She was cruel and merciless as she said, “I had the urge to kill you before giving birth to

you, and when I saw your eyes after you were born, I wanted to strangle you even more. So, how could I

have written letters to you? You’ve lived in a dream weaved by your father ever since you were little. I’m

telling you, I have a husband and a child. I love them. Although you came from my womb, you’re still

nothing but a b*stard!”

Jefferson’s heart sank as though something had collapsed inside it with a thud.

I was born into a prominent family and had everything I wanted. I thought I was better than ninety

percent of the other children. However, all that was merely a result of a dream my father created and my

self–righteous imagination. I’m way worse off than a beggar!

Suddenly, he broke into a smile while wearing a sad and lonely expression. “So, it turns out it was all a

dream… I’m nothing.”

Chapter 322

“If it weren’t for your father, how could I have been torn from my husband and son? If not for him, I

wouldn’t have gotten into an accident that was all a set–up and ended up in such a miserable state!”

I was completely innocent! All I wanted was to protect my husband and son and live together happily.

After a man took me for his own by force and I was rescued from a fire that mangled my face, I fell into

the clutches of another evil man. He had someone perform plastic surgery on me, then molded me, who

had suffered memory loss, into someone else. I wound up marrying him, living with him, and even giving

him children! Had I not learned from the doctor that a blood clot in my brain caused nerve compression

and the loss of my previous memories, I might’ve forgotten about my little family and lived the rest of my

life in ignorance!

Sandy’s body trembled with anger as she thought of that. The more she looked at Jefferson, the more

she loathed him and wanted him dead,

Inadvertently, she caught sight of the silver knife on the table. The cold blade glinted slightly under the

sunlight shining through the window.

Consumed with hatred, she grabbed the knife without hesitation and stabbed it at his heart. He neither

moved nor tried to snatch it from her.

The small steak knife did not look sharp, but the tip of the blade was incredibly keen.

The knife pierced through Jefferson’s white shirt and into his flesh, and he let out a low grunt from the

pain. A few droplets of warm, crimson blood splattered onto Sandy’s face.

Her hands did not tremble at all. Looking cold and ruthless, she pulled the knife out and stabbed him

again, doing it several times.

When the other customers in the restaurant noticed what was happening, they cried out in alarm and

scattered off in different directions. The waiters stood rooted to their spots in hesitation upon seeing how

unhinged Sandy looked, not daring to approach.

The excruciating pain that spread from his heart eventually eclipsed that of the knife stabbing into him.

He could only see Sandy, her face covered in blood, glaring at him with utter disgust.

Finally, her movements stopped. Perhaps she had vented all the bitterness in her heart.

She flung the knife onto the floor and stared at the pale and bloodied Jefferson. Enunciating every word

slowly, she said, “You’re a b*stard who isn’t worthy of parental love. I won’t admit I gave birth to you. In

fact, I wish you’d drop dead right this instance.”

With that, she turned and left.

It was as though he were a pile of stinking garbage that would make her feel sick if she so much as

glanced at him again.

“She doesn’t like camellias and didn’t write those letters…” he murmured as he rested his hands on the

table to support himself. He started becoming unsteady on his feet, and his eyes were slightly unfocused

and dim.

His faith had come crashing down around him.

“She detests Dad and me… She thinks I’m an illegitimate child…” he continued muttering, his voice

slowly growing softer. “She has a husband and a son…”

Although the sun outside the window shone on him, his entire body felt cold. It was as though he were

turning into ice.

Even his heart seemed to freeze over, unable to beat again.

Jefferson’s arms shook as he coughed violently. Suddenly, a metallic taste filled his mouth, and he

sprayed a

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mouthful of blood all over the table. His brain seemed to bum and throb, and he was in agony

Failing to steady himself against the table, he tiled backward and fell over, crashing onto the grey–tiled

floor However, he did not feel a thing. A fog seemed to cloud his VISION

So, it turns out it was all a dream.

Meanwhile, ever since Rayna answered Ringo’s call and learned that not seem to put the matter out of

her mind.

erson had gone missing she could

When we parted ways at Hallsbay I sensed something was amiss with Jefferson Later I could not help

feeling that he was taking and acting strangely on the cruise ship

She tossed and turned while lying in bed that night unable to fall

After mulling over the matter for some time, she was still worried. She felt for her phone and dialed

Jefferson’s number. She guessed he would not answer her call, but she did not expect that her call would

not go through.

Did he terminate his number?

Rayna hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Ringo. Before she could do so, she received an

incoming call.

It was Curtis.

She swiped to answer the call and said dully, “You jerk. As if it isn’t enough that you sent Mr. Tylnski to

keep a close eye on me during the daytime, you’re even calling me at night to monitor me, is that it?”

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