Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 175

Aubree gazed at Jennifer in irritation and astonishment, wondering why she seemed to have changed into a new person.

After withdrawing her gaze, Aubree walked to the window and said indifferently, "I don't want my son to hate me. You should know what you need to do without my reminder."

Jennifer looked at her back and said, "I love him more than you do. I love what he loves."

Aubree was taken aback, understanding her implications. "Do you mean I don't know what love is?" She paused, turned around, and gazed at Jennifer icily.

They locked eyes. Jennifer replied gently, "Yes. You do know what love is. However, we love him in different ways."

Aubree didn't want to be pissed off by her. She snapped, "After he returns, you two cannot sleep together."

Jennifer was wordless.

"Also, I'll give you only one month to make the medicine. Don't you think you can stay here forever," Aubree added determinedly, "The first day will start from tomorrow. Whether you can make it or not, it depends on your competence."

She was afraid Ivan's love for Jennifer would deepen. In that case, it would be more difficult for her to break them up.

Jennifer was silent for a while. "I cannot guarantee that you'll recover completely within one month."

"Aren't you the most famous pharmacist?" Aubree sneered, "All the prizes you've earned, are they fake? Because you slept with the judges?"

Jennifer didn't even bother to retort her. Aubree had been too extreme.

Jennifer had to agree with all her unreasonable demands because Aubree was Ivan's mother.

At Dusk.

The Lamborghini was parked in the yard of Kelsington Bay. Ivan returned with the children.

"Good evening, Mr. Marsh, Young Master Alfie, and Lady Diana."

The butler and all the servants greeted them at the door, helping them carry the suitcases and bags.

The two children had bought many gifts for their grandmother.

In a bedroom upstairs, Jennifer locked the door from the inside.

Sitting in front of the dresser, she applied the concealer repeatedly on her face. Her cheek was still swollen, so she hid it with her hair. The ointment didn't work well.

The scene in the living room downstairs was harmonious.