30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband (Estrella and Jason) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126 

When Jason arrived, Bryce and the others toned down their chatter, abandoning their private conversations for some inconsequential gossip. 

After dinner, Bryce walked home with Jesse, while Estrella naturally returned to Sandalwood Oasis with Jason. They exchanged sparse, trivial comments in the car, but the atmosphere was relatively harmonious. 

Upon arriving, Estrella had somehow already fallen asleep without Jason noticing. He gazed at her for a moment before deciding to pick her up and carry her inside. Jason realized she hadn’t gained much weight. Her 5’7″ frame was still feather-light. 

“Back already?” Marie whispered with a soft chuckle as she greeted Jason, who was carrying Estrella in. 

“Mm,” Jason replied curtly, taking Estrella upstairs and gently laying her on the bed. 

Kneeling by the bed, Jason was haunted by the memory of their midnight talk when Estrella mentioned how his push had caused her internal bruising. His heart clenched uncomfortably. He also thought about how she hadn’t informed him of her car accident. last year and how she preferred to call Jesse to take her to the hospital rather than reach 

out to him. 

Jason watched her in silence for a moment, remembering the slap he had given her, remembering the fire she was accused of setting. Despite his reluctance to believe she was guilty, the evidence was damning. Their relationship was irreparably altered. 

Estrella stirred in her sleep, and Jason, expressionless, stood up. She did not wake as he pulled the covers over her. 

Meanwhile, Bryce had just dropped Jesse off at her place when her father, Tori, called. Annoyed, Jesse hung up, but Tori called right back. 

“Look, I’m already in bed,” Jesse snapped when she picked up. “Whatever it is, can wait till 

tomorrow.” 

Tori’s voice came through, unbothered. “Come home now. The driver’s right behind you, and there’s no need to make things difficult.” 

Jesse glanced back to see the driver standing a few feet away, then begrudgingly got into the car, muttering about the inevitability of facing her father eventually. 

Half an hour later, Jesse arrived at the Manning residence. Tori, along with Damita and Melinda, were at home. They were all smiles until Jesse entered, casting a shadow over their merriment as if she were there to collect debts. 

“You’re home,” Damita greeted her with a chilling tone, 

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Once upon a time, Damita feigned warmth, but as the rift between Jesse and Tori grew, she couldn’t bother to pretend. 

Jesse stuffed her hands in her pockets and faced Tori, “What’s it, Dad? Make it quick. Don’t waste my time.” 

Before Jesse could continue, Damita interjected, “Look at her, Tori, no trace of femininity left. What kind of girl cuts her hair short like that? Acts so brashly? Speaks to her father in such a manner?” 

“If Melinda was like this, I’d be driven mad by both my children,” Damita lamented as if she had always regarded Jesse as her own. 

Melinda stepped in, trying to mediate, “Enough, Mom. Jesse has her own preferences, and we shouldn’t judge.” 

The act between Damita and Melinda only darkened Tori’s mood. Damita’s provocation made him view Jesse not as a daughter but as an adversary. 

Jesse dismissed their charade. “Spare me the act, will you?” 

Damita flared up. “Tori, do you see this? Look at the disrespect! She doesn’t care about 

either of us.” 

Tori, a man who valued power and demanded obedience, was incensed by Jesse’s defiance. “You’ll clear your schedule this Saturday,” Tori stated coldly. “You’ll have lunch with Hanson, and our families will have dinner. No arguments. It’s been arranged by your grandparents.” 

Jesse was taken aback, but she quickly pieced together that Tori must’ve influenced their decision. “I won’t be going. You can go without me,” Jesse’s voice was icy. 

Tori’s anger boiled over. “You’ll agree to this marriage whether you like it or not. Do forget you’re a daughter of the Manning family and a shareholder in Manning International. If you want to live selfishly, relinquish your shares and sever ties with th family. Then you can do as you please.” 

Tori’s furious logic was met with Jesse’s sarcastic laughter. Estrella was right. Tori was after her shares. 

Jesse, hands still pocketed, faced her father defiantly, “Dream on about getting my shares.” 

Damita leaned in, her voice dripping with condescension. “Why would a girl like you need so many shares? You must know that Estrella and Bryce are as cunning as they come. Your dad’s only looking out for you. Handing over your shares to him is the right move.”