My Four Miraculous Treasures novel Chapter 380

Why would Hailey talk about her mother, on television?!

The little girl mentioned that her mother had gone missing four days ago… could she possibly mean Willow?!

Hailey’s voice issued from the television set, adorably earnest: “My mother’s name is easy to remember. It sounds sweet and lovely.”

Willow felt as though her soul was ready to depart from this world, so imminent was the peril…

Hailey was about to reveal that she was Willow’s own daughter.

And here, right in front of her, was Jasper in all his chilling menace, slender fingers clutching her jaw in a vice grip, handsome face glaring balefully at her, cold as ice.

She was being pressed down onto the executioner’s block. Her nerves were being stretched to breaking point.

“My mother’s name is…”

Pow! Just before Hailey could speak Willow’s name aloud, she was cut off when the television screen switched off abruptly—along with all the lights in the living room.

Willow heaved a long sigh of relief. Her hair and back were all sodden with sweat.

It was late in the afternoon, on the threshold of evening. There was no longer as much sunlight available, so the sudden loss of electrical lighting plunged the whole room into gloom.

However, Jasper was nevertheless able to observe every detail on Willow’s face. When he said that he wouldn’t be giving her any children, fine beads of sweat had actually broken out upon her forehead.

Holding her jaw in his grip, he pulled her closer… close enough that he could feel each ragged breath she was taking.

Teeth gritted, he regarded her coldly. “So you’d like to have my children, huh?”

Willow had barely been able to relax for a moment, but now she was all tensed up once more. In the limpid pools of her eyes, terror floated up, too great for her to hide.

“I’ve taken birth control pills!” she stammered nervously. “So I can’t get pregnant, don’t you worry! I know you don’t like kids. I won’t get any ideas.”

He’d asked her if she liked kids, and she’d said that she did. Then, he’d declared that she wouldn’t be getting any from him…

Willow risked another peek at Jasper, beside her. His usual cold expression seemed quite a bit milder, at the moment.

He must have been very pleased by her words, indeed.

So that was how much he hated the idea of her becoming the mother of his children…

This gave Willow cause for some melancholy—but she wasn’t completely deflated. Capitalizing on his more agreeable mood at present, she spoke up to say, “Sir, may I go home today? My mother hasn’t seen me in days. She must be worried sick. If she doesn’t hear from me soon… what if she calls the cops?”

Jasper turned to glare at her, cold and menacing. “I hope she does. I wonder what she’ll say when she sees what you’ve done in my private gallery.”

That reminder instantly caused Willow’s heart to flop. Realizing her defeat, she fidgeted anxiously in her seat, eyes wandering all over the room in fright.

Smiling sheepishly, she said, “I’m so sorry about all that! I was hallucinating from food poisoning, you see… so I imagined it was all food, since I was near-death from starvation. Your butler informs me that the total damages amount to ten billion…”

Ten billion! Willow’s throat seized up.