Chapter 1072

Jonathan waited downstairs until midnight, but Teresa showed no sign of leaving work. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and called her. The phone rang for a long time. “Hello,” Teresa answered.

Hearing her slurred voice, Jonathan frowned and asked, “Have you been drinking again?”

“I haven’t been drinking. I’m working,” Teresa sniffled. “Is Felix asleep? You guys should go to bed early.” Without waiting for Jonathan to respond, she hung up.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end, Jonathan got out of the car.

Teresa was sitting alone on the sofa, drinking. When she heard a knock at the door, she got up to open it. She never expected Jonathan to come. “Why are you here?” she asked.

“I wanted to see why you’re still here so late,” Jonathan replied. He walked in and immediately noticed the two empty bottles of whisky sitting on the table.

Teresa quickly wiped away her tears. “I was just working. I got thirsty and couldn’t find any water, so I just had some whisky instead.”

Jonathan turned around and stared at her. “I don’t believe it. If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”

Teresa took a deep breath and forced a smile. “No need. I still have a lot of work to do, so I should get back to it.”

Jonathan gently turned Teresa to face him and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I know this is about your mom. How about I move out? It’s not like I only have that one villa in Nareigh.”

“There’s no need for you to do that. If you want to kick me out, I’ll move out,” Teresa said.

“Why would I ever want you to leave? I don’t want you to get into trouble with your mom because of all this,” Jonathan replied. He knew just how much Teresa cared about her family. All he cared about was how she felt.

“Never mind,” Teresa insisted. “I don’t have any trouble with my mom. No matter what I do, she always thinks I’m wrong anyway.”

Jonathan didn’t say a word, just kept his eyes fixed on her face. His palm touched her flushed cheek. “What’s up with your face?”

“Nothing,” Teresa brushed his hand away, not wanting to talk about it.

“Does your mom hit you?” Jonathan asked, his voice full of concern.

“No,” Teresa replied, her eyes brimming with tears that she stubbornly held back.

Jonathan reached out again, carefully touching her face, his feelings complicated. “Did she hit you today? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. We just argued, and I know Evelyn was just anxious. But I honestly don’t know what I did wrong. No matter what I do, she never approves of me. It was the same when I married you, and now it’s happening again."

“She’s never like this with Jennifer or Isabel. She always raises her voice at me, but with them, she’s always so gentle and soft-spoken,” Teresa said, her voice shaky. Her tears started streaming down uncontrollably.

Jonathan gently wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry, okay? I’ll go with you to see Evelyn tomorrow. We can sit down and talk things through.”

“It’s fine,” Teresa shook her head. “I don’t want to see her anymore. She’ll never see me as good enough, no matter what I do.” She lowered her head; her tears just kept falling.

Jonathan pulled her into his arms. “Let’s try to talk things out, okay? If you don’t want to, I can talk to her for you.”

“No, I don’t want that,” Teresa said, her shoulders starting to tremble, fists clenched tight.