The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 944

Neera, pale without a trace of color in her face, leaned into Jean's embrace. Despite feeling dizzy and nauseous, she whispered softly, “I'm fine.”

Seeing her in this state, Osbert got even more frustrated. He picked up his phone and got ready to post a rebuttal online.

“I'll reveal the truth right now, let's see who dares to spread rumors and slander!”

Jean stopped him by saying, “You're associated with the research center, so it's better not to get involved right now.”

He helped Neera sit down, then turned to Osbert again, asking, “Can you tell me exactly what happened?”

“Two years ago, Neera's research center did indeed donate a batch of medical supplies for free, but they were all of the highest quality. It was absolutely not contaminated waste materials that these people are talking about online. Also, it's true that a child did pass away at that time. However, the fact is that the child was already seriously ill and couldn't hold on until the medicine arrived. It had nothing to do with the medicine Neera developed, and it wasn't anyone's fault! These people don't have a shred of evidence, yet they brazenly slander Neera. They have no shame!” Osbert replied resentfully.

Upon hearing this, the look in Jean's eyes turned gloomy, and the malicious aura surrounding him seemed as if it could destroy the world.

He only had some doubts about Kyra before, but now, he was pretty sure that she was the one orchestrating this whole thing.

That woman... She passionately put up an act and played the role of the victim while she orchestrated everything. As for the audience, they are ordinary people who are unaware of the truth and easily swayed by rumors. Coupled with a natural sympathy for the underdog, it's easy to get emotionally swayed and led by the nose. Unfortunately, this is the most uncontrollable factor...

Jean was seething with anger, his facial features sharp and cold, his eyes terrifying.

However, he didn't let his emotions overthrow his rationality. Instead, he remained very calm.

Seeing Neera in low spirits and physically weak, he simply scooped her up in his arms.

Neera looked at him listlessly and asked, “What are you doing...”

“You're too tired, so you need to rest. Be a good girl while I take you to the lounge,” Jean said in a gentle voice.

Having expended too much, Neera was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

She nodded, leaning against his chest as she whispered, “Okay.”

Once they reached the lounge, Jean gently placed her on the bed, intending for her to lie down.

Yet, she clung to his neck, refusing to let go, her head still nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

Jean paused, gently stroking her back, “Lie down and rest, okay?”

Neera remained silent and refused to let go.

After a half-minute pause, she finally spoke in a subdued voice, asking him, “Do you believe those words?”

The voice of Jean was filled with tenderness and affection as he said, “What nonsense are you talking about? I don't believe a single word of those online comments. You are the only one I believe in.”

“Really?”

Upon hearing this response, Neera's fingers unconsciously curled up.

Her fingertips brushed against the skin on the back of the man's neck.

Jean's heart ached more than he could bear when he sensed her unease and sadness. He tried every possible way to comfort her.

“Of course it's true. You are the kindest doctor in the world, and no one knows your character better than I do. Don't take those comments on the internet to heart. Trust me, I'll handle this matter well. As for Kyra, I won't let her off the hook either. The only thing you need to do right now is to rest well and take good care of your health. For your own sake, for me, for the kids, as well as those who trust you and await your healing, okay?”

Upon hearing these words, Neera took a deep breath as she felt a warm sensation in her eyes, which were slightly red.

She nodded emphatically and said obediently, “I will, and I believe in you too.”

Her appearance was incredibly fragile, and she seemed as helpless as a kitten.

It was the first time Jean had seen her like this. His heart felt as if it was being clenched by something, and the pain was unbearable.

Meanwhile, the murderous intent within his heart was almost solidifying into substance.

Holding back his inner turmoil, he showed her a tenderness that was uniquely his. He held her as they lay down, patiently coaxing her to sleep.

“Give me your phone. Don't think about anything. Just rest easy. When you wake up, everything will be all right.”

Neera lay on her side and watched him. Her eyes held a rare look of dependence as she obediently nodded. After a while, she finally closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, at Alex's house, Kyra was neither smug nor pleased with the direction of these comments. Instead, she was both angry and anxious.

She questioned Alex, “Who gave you the audacity to be so blunt and make such statements? Didn't we agree to take things slow?”

In response to her angry interrogation, Alex innocently shrugged and replied, “I never told anyone to make such remarks. Don't be angry at me.”

Kyra flatly refused to believe it. “If it's not you, then who else could it be?”

Alex nodded, “It was indeed someone else, but who it was doesn't matter. What they said is what's most important. I've had someone verify this matter. The year before last, a child did die, but it doesn't seem to be Neera's fault.”

With a shift in his tone, he put on an air of indifference.

“Even so, what difference does it make? After all, someone decided to slander Neera under the guise of public opinion, and it seems to have worked quite well. The news we originally stirred up had been suppressed, but these words have reignited the fire. This is a good thing for us, so why aren't you happy about it?”