Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 253

253.Chapter 253

Teresa chuckled coldly, her tone sharp and cutting. She glanced at the time as she prepared to board. “Cut the crap, Hannah. I’m not coming back, and I’m sure as hell not dragging your nephew into this mess. Unlike you, I’m not that cruel.”

“How could you think that about me? Do you even know why I kept switching the DNA test results? It was all for you. I was terrified Irene would take Mike away, scared you’d end up trapped in that miserable marriage again.”

“And what did I say? You’re happy now, aren’t you? What more could you possibly want?”

“Teresa, your words really cut deep,” Jennifer said, her voice firm. “Fine, go ahead and come back. Let Irene snatch your child right in front of you. Would that make you happy? Everything I did was for your own good, but you never appreciated it.”

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Teresa closed her eyes, suppressing the surge of emotions threatening to spill over. She could have lashed out at Jennifer right then, unleashed all the harsh words she’d been holding back, and severed ties completely. But there was no deep–seated hatred.

between them.

They were like two flowers struggling to grow in the barren soil of their dysfunctional family, never properly nurtured. Both she and Hannah had their flaws. But Hannah had endured more pain, and that pain had twisted her into someone even more obsessive.

Unless Hannah could come to terms with her own obsession and see it for what it was, nothing would change. Even if Teresa argued with her now, Hannah would still believe she was right, that everything she did was for Teresa’s sake.

“Jennifer, I still hope you can find happiness,” Teresa said softly. Her words carried both a blessing and a farewell. She ended the call, pulled out the SIM card, and without hesitation, tossed it into the trash.

Holding Michael’s small hand, she walked away without looking back. As the plane roared to life and lifted off, Teresa felt the weight of her old life finally begin to fade.

Jonathan had been receiving mysterious bouquets repeatedly. The cards always carried the same cryptic message, [Guess who? My last name is Larkin.] Jonathan frowned and called his assistant. “Throw these out,” he ordered.

“Mr. Lynn, Ms. Larkin is downstairs and wants to see you,” the assistant reported.

“Which Ms. Larkin?” Jonathan asked.

“She said her name is Simona,” the assistant replied.

Jonathan glanced at the card again, and everything clicked. His brows furrowed event deeper. He wondered what the woman who had drugged him before wanted.

Simona had been waiting for Jonathan for what felt like forever, but instead of seeing

him, she was greeted by his assistant. She quickly asked, “What did Jonathan say?”