Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 239

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239.Chapter 239

Hearing Donald’s words, Jennifer thought, ‘Then Donald must hold Jonathan in high regard. He’s someone Donald deeply respects.

If Donald ever finds out that I swapped the DNA test results, keeping Jonathan from knowing about his blood relative all this time, what would Donald think of me? He’d probably see me as cruel, selfish, and lacking morals. How could he not?

‘Maybe it’s better to leave him with the best memories. That way, it wouldn’t be sold even if there’s regret or longing in the future.‘

Seeing that his complexion had regained some color after sobering up, Jennifer lightly wiped the corner of her mouth and said, “I need to go.”

Donald asked, “Where are you going?” He grabbed her arm tightly, as if afraid that letting go would mean she’d leave Nareigh for good.

Jennifer brushed off his grip. She said, “Tomorrow is Memorial Day. I need to prepare offerings to visit my grandparents‘ graves.”

Donald let out a sigh of relief. He said, “Then I’ll go with you. I don’t want you to feel uneasy or lonely out there”

Jennifer was touched by his thoughtfulness, but she kept her face cold. She replied, “No need. I’m fine on my own.”

Donald insisted, “I’ll still go with you. I’m worried about you.”

Jennifer thought, ‘Is this what it feels like to be someone’s unwavering choice? For a moment, she found herself unable to say no again.

On Memorial Day, Teresa still didn’t show up. Jonathan had been constantly thinking of her. He hardly slept at all, busy with the family’s ancestral worship.

In these two days, even if he wanted to leave, he couldn’t. As the heir of the Lynn family, he had responsibilities to fulfill. While a few relatives chatted and prepared to head to the cemetery at nine, Jonathan sat on a single–seater sofa, typing a message on his phone.

Irene happened to walk behind him and caught sight of what he was doing. She snatched the phone from Jonathan’s hand and frowned at the unsent message displayed on the screen.

She said, “You still haven’t told me what that red light was about. Who were you rushing to see? And who are you texting?” The unfinished text read: [How are you adjusting to Fernlandia?]

Jonathan’s expression darkened with frustration as he stood up. He said, “I’ll go get the offerings ready. What time are we leaving? I’ll go let everyone know.”

Irene said, “Don’t walk away! I’m talking to you. Are you messaging Teresa? She told me she’s in Fernlandia. It’s her, isn’t it?” Jonathan’s gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on Irene. He said, “She told you that? So, while I wasn’t around, you went to see her again, didn’t you?”

Realizing she had let something slip in her haste, Irene stammered, “I didn’t go looking for her. She reached out to me. She said she’s leaving for good and won’t reach out again.”

Jonathan’s voice grew urgent. He asked, “What else did she say?”

Irene said, “Look at you! Every time her name comes up, you lose your composure. You two are divorced, Jonathan. Wake up! With everything you have, why are you still stuck on her?”

Jonathan replied firmly, “Give me back my phone. I just want to ask her a few things.”

Irene said, “What more is there to ask? She’s the one who decided to leave.”

Rubbing his temples, Jonathan said, “She’s only ever had a home in Nareigh. What, am I supposed to just let her end up homeless?”

Irene pounded on Jonathan’s arm. She said, “Even if she’s out there struggling, it’s not your problem any -husband. You’re just like your father, easily swayed by emotions. That’s your one flaw.” Irene worried endlessly. She thought, ‘If Jonathan stays soft, he’ll never let go of Teresa; if he hardens, he’ll turn cold and neglect his family.‘ Either way, it felt like a lose-‘