Jennyfer fell silent when Albert mentioned Jackson. The man who had actually been her husband for the past two years—something she had never known. They had lived so close all this time, yet Jackson had hidden the truth of their marriage from her.It hurt. Jennyfer’s heart ached deeply.Ever since that night, after seeing how cruel and heartless Jackson had become toward her, Jennyfer had made a firm decision in her heart. Yes. She truly wasn’t worthy of standing beside someone like Jackson, who now shone far brighter than before. Perhaps he had hidden their marriage because he believed she wasn’t on his level.All those thoughts had driven Jennyfer to decide that she would never again see anyone connected to her past. She wanted to start a new life alone, in a small rented room at the edge of the city that she had found recently.She was still unstable—emotionally lost and uncertain about what to do. At first, she had thought of helping her parents free her sister, Brielle, but that

Part of his mind kept whispering that he shouldn’t care about that little girl anymore. But deep down, his heart still longed to know how she was doing—the girl who had cruelly thrown him away. That desire grew even stronger when he recalled Bramasta’s and Madam Ester’s words earlier that day.His phone had finally powered on, and Jackson started searching for Jennyfer’s number. He wanted to check whether the girl’s phone was currently active or not.His perfectly shaped dark brows furrowed together, exuding an aura of strength. The Adam’s apple on his neck moved up and down rapidly as he swallowed hard.“It hasn’t been active for ten days? That’s around the time Jenny came to the main office…”Jackson thought with a growing sense of dread. His Adam’s apple bobbed faster as he swallowed his saliva over and over again. It suddenly tasted salty—caused by the panic surging inside him.He quickly opened his message inbox.[Brother, Jenny wants to talk.]Jackson read the message sent by Je

Jennyfer truly didn’t want to see Jackson again. Everything that had happened recently had already wounded and scarred her heart too deeply.“N-no. Not yet—I haven’t told him. But…” Albert trailed off.“But what? Did something happen to Mr. President?” Jennyfer asked again, her face growing more anxious.“Y-yes.”“What happened to him? Is he sick?!” Jennyfer blurted out, worry clear in her expression.Albert smiled faintly to himself. He could see it now—how much this young lady truly loved his boss. It was written all over her face, in her eyes filled with panic and concern.“Worse than that, Miss.”“W-what?! Speak properly, will you? Don’t stop halfway like that!” Jennyfer snapped, her frustration showing. She hated how Albert’s vague words only made her more anxious.Albert gave a small, crooked smile and pulled out his phone from his pocket. After searching for something on it, he handed the phone to Jennyfer.Jennyfer grabbed the phone quickly, her brows furrowed tightly. Her che