“Are you sure you want to talk about this here?”
The amusement in the man's eyes flashed by. He glanced at his daughter, then brought his gaze back to her face.
Harriet paused. “Then we'll talk when we get back.”
Knock, knock!
The door swung open, and Jane stepped inside. “I heard Seraphina crying. Is she awake?”
Jason didn't say a word.
Harriet didn't even turn her head, merely letting a mocking smile touch her lips.
Lady, aren't you being a bit too eager?
First of all, Seraphina doesn't even know you. And as her biological mother, I'm sitting right here. Even if you heard her cry, what were you going to do? Coax her back to sleep?
If you had just come straight for Jason, I would've actually commended your boldness.
Harriet smirked and looked at Jason, as if to say: Was I talking nonsense earlier?
He looked displeased, but Harriet hadn't made any sarcastic remarks or acted passive-aggressively, so explaining himself would only make him look guilty.
Jason pulled his gaze away, standing up and stepping forward. “You should head back. I'll have the driver take you.”
Jane glanced at the exhausted Harriet, who clearly wanted nothing to do with her.
And at the distracted Jason, who clearly had no intention of escorting her himself.
Jane nodded. “Alright, I'll head back. I'll come see Seraphina tomorrow!”
Jason nodded and walked her to the elevators.
When he returned to the room, Jason jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't turn.
Annoyance flared, but looking through the glass, he saw the large and small figures huddled together on the bed.
There was an empty bed right next to them, but Harriet hadn't taken it. Finding it uncomfortable to sleep leaning over, she had simply gathered her daughter into her arms and squeezed onto the small hospital bed, falling asleep together.
This was unprecedented.
Jason turned to his bodyguard. “Did anything unusual happen at the amusement park today?”
The bodyguard shook his head. “No, sir.”
If nothing had happened, how could a selfish, superficial woman whose only interests were shopping and dining—a woman who didn't even know her son's favorite food or that her daughter was allergic to mangoes—suddenly turn into a loving mother?
And miraculously bring up divorce?
What new trick was she plotting now?
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