The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1458

Wrenn eased her emotions and replied with a hint of gloom, “No, it's me... I was worried about you and Neera. So, I had TorrentCloud infiltrate the Phison's network to see what others were saying online. That's how I found out.”

It came as a surprise to Jean. After a moment of silence, he replied, “Mom, don't worry. Neera will be fine. I'll take care of her and bring her back safely.”

On the other end, Wrenn sniffed and nodded. Realizing that he could not see her, she made a hum in response.

Before ending the call, she couldn't help but express her concern and gave him some instructions.

“Neera is weak right now. Take good care of her. Prepare some nourishing food for her, and don't let her overexert herself. Make sure she gets plenty of rest.”

Jean affirmed each instruction.

Frederic, feeling quite reassured, comforted his wife, who still clutched her phone anxiously.

“Don't worry, Wrenn. You don't know how precious Neera is to Jean. How could he bear to let any injustice befall her? You're overthinking it. Even if you didn't say anything, Jean would still cherish and protect her.”

Wrenn, already in a bad mood, felt even worse after hearing this.

She glanced at him and let out a soft snort. “I'm just worried about Neera. If you weren't unwell right now, I would have flown over to take care of her personally. Do I need to remind Jean? He's a man, inevitably a bit careless. I just want to give him a gentle nudge.”

Frederic swallowed nervously. “Are you saying I've become a burden?”

Wrenn pursed her lips, her complexion returning to its well-maintained look, appearing youthful and vibrant.

“I might not have explicitly mentioned it, but your heart—the one Neera fought so hard to transplant. She went to great lengths for our family. Now that she's facing trouble, there's not much we can do to assist. All I can do is worry.”

Then, as if remembering something, she abruptly stood up, muttering to herself, “No, no, I still can't rest easy. We have some excellent supplements at home. I'll go pack them up and send them to Neera.”

Frederic was momentarily speechless.

He grabbed her arm, saying, “Wait, those supplements aren't easy to come by. Didn't you spend a lot of effort searching for them?”

Wrenn delicately pushed his hand away. “This is a matter of priority. You've recovered remarkably; missing a meal won't harm you. Even if you wish to eat, I can arrange for someone to bring it for you. At this moment, Neera is the top priority.”

Frederic replied, “By the time you send it over, Neera might have already recovered.”

Wrenn furrowed her brows, contemplating seriously. “Your point is valid. I might have to arrange for a private plane to get there more swiftly.”

Without paying attention to Frederic's astonished expression, she hurried to the kitchen, calling out, “Mabel, those things I brought back the other day...”

Joseph happened to enter, cast a glance at the kitchen, and then turned to Frederic with a smile. “Dad, keep staring, and you'll start resembling a statue.”

Frederic sighed softly. “Why do I sense that my standing in Aunt Wrenn's heart is steadily diminishing?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow. “It's not that dire. Just endure it; there will be numerous occasions when she overlooks you in the future.”

Frederic didn't appreciate that remark and gave him a pointed look. “You, young man, why has your tongue become so sharp?”

Joseph took off his coat, handed it to the servant, and strolled over, taking a leisurely seat across from Frederic. “With Jean gone, the whole company is on my shoulders. I have to vent and find some joy.”

“You're not picking on your old man, are you?” Frederic grumbled, blowing his mustache and narrowing his eyes. “You see me doing better lately, so you're back to infuriating me, huh?”

Joseph nearly sprayed water but quickly wiped it off with a handkerchief, laughing until his eyes crinkled.

“No, no, I'm just teasing you. Anyway, how's Neera doing?”

Frederic grunted twice, not bothering to engage in Joseph's banter. “They say she's out of danger, but the injuries are quite severe. Just hearing about it makes me uncomfortable, not to mention Jean. Your Aunt Wrenn, upon hearing it, shed a few tears too.”

The smile at the corner of Joseph's lips softened, and his eyes held a touch of admiration and affirmation.

“Neera is a resilient person. She can endure hardships and withstand torture. No matter the pain she faces, she can grit her teeth and persevere, like a sunflower always reaching for the sun. Such a woman is truly admirable.”

Frederic wholeheartedly agreed with his words, nodding solemnly. “Indeed, that's why Jean, despite opposition from the family, stood by her side without hesitation. In my life, I never thought I'd see Jean so deeply in love.”

“It's a positive development.” Joseph smiled. “Jean excelled in every aspect before, but he lacked a bit of human touch, always too cold and lonely. Now, he finally has someone who can step into his heart, warming it while she accompanies him.”

As he spoke, Joseph's gaze drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling window. In the courtyard, three little ones were playing joyfully with three adorable pets, a scene both dazzling and heartwarming.

“And, who would have thought we'd have these three adorable little ones? Jean is truly blessed.”

Frederic's gaze followed, his features softened, and the lines at the corners of his eyes carried a joyful curve.

“Yeah, our family is truly blessed,” he remarked.

Joseph added, “Now we just need Jean to bring Neera back. When that happens, our family can reunite, and I can find some time to spend with my wife and kids.”

At that moment, Wrenn seemed to hear Joseph's voice. She peeked out from the dining room, waving at him.

“You're back, Joseph. Come on, wash up and join us. I made clam chowder; have some.”

Joseph acknowledged and then winked at Frederic, “Dad, Aunt Wrenn has changed a lot lately. She's become much gentler.”

“She was once excessively stubborn, but now she grasps the essence of what truly counts.”

“I don't mean to create any discord, but the way she's handling the relationships with the siblings appears to be outshining you, Dad. Your family reputation is taking a significant blow.”

Frederic grunted, not pleased with the comparison.

He stood up, crossed his arms, lifted his chin in a haughty manner, and walked away without a word.

At that moment, a servant entered with a somewhat puzzled expression, muttering, “Who were those people?”

Joseph, supporting Frederic, casually inquired, “What's going on? Is someone here?”

The servant exclaimed, shaking her head, “It's nothing. It's just that a while ago, two individuals were lingering near the main gate, glancing inside frequently. Their actions appeared somewhat suspicious, and from their clothing, they didn't appear to be locals. However, the moment they noticed me heading out to locate Mr. Harvey, Mr. Sammy, and Ms. Penny, they promptly departed.”

Joseph nodded thoughtfully, thinking it might have been passersby. He didn't say much about it.

This little incident didn't concern anyone and was soon forgotten.