Chapter 379

Teresa didn’t press for details and got ready to leave. Jennifer stopped her. “I’m good now. Why don’t you have dinner with me before you go?”

Teresa refused. “No need. Evelyn asked me to bring you this bank card. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come in person. She said the password is your birthday.”

Jennifer owned. “Take half the money. There’s 300,000 dollars on the card. Let’s split it.”

Teresa sneered. “No thanks, I’m not interested in your money.”

Jennifer said, “You don’t have to act all high and mighty in front of me. I know your company only makes a few million a year, and after expenses, you barely get 300,000 dollars. Don’t pretend money means nothing to you.”

“So why are you giving it to me? Because you feel guilty? Or do you think I helped you get your happy ending?”

“Think whatever you want. You’re my sister, and more than anyone, I want you to be happy. Like I said, it’s fine if you don’t understand me. I know who I care about, and that’s enough.”

Teresa was silent for a few seconds before she said, “I really don’t want the money. It’s unreasonable to share your dowry with me.”

“You’re about to marry into the Lynn family. We were never close, and we’ll only get more distant from here on out. Let’s just leave it at that.”

“You…” Jennifer sighed, then forced a smile. “How about I set you up with someone? My classmate, Sanford. What do you think?”

Teresa retorted, “Are you nuts, or did you hit your head? I have two kids, you know.”

“I’ll tell him that. You don’t have to mention that you’re pregnant now. Just let him know you have a three-year-old son. One more kid won’t make a difference. I know Sanford. He doesn’t care about it.”

Teresa sneered, “Let me get this straight. You want to pawn off on me a guy you wouldn’t date, huh? What do you take me for? No dumping trash on my doorstep.”

Teresa slammed the door and left. Jennifer was so angry that her face went pale. She thought, “What did she mean? A guy I don’t want? Sanford’s family is great. I just don’t like him; that’s all.”

Teresa got home to find Michael asleep at the table, his head resting on his arms. Spread out in front of him was a drawing—Jonathan in a suit, just like in their family photo.

Teresa stared at Michael’s nose, so much like Jonathan’s. That night, she couldn’t sleep. She stepped out onto the balcony for some air, only to catch a glimpse of a familiar Maybach driving away.

She was surprised, not knowing when he’d come by again, or why he left without telling her. On impulse, she ran downstairs, but the Maybach was already gone. Teresa let out a sigh. “Why am I chasing after him like a fool?”

The next day was the day Jonathan was leaving Nardigh. Teresa barely slept that night. Early that morning, she saw a message from him: (My flight’s today. I might come back for Donald and Jennifer’s wedding, or maybe not. Otherwise, won’t be back.)

Teresa stared at the message. (What time is your flight?) She replied.

Another message from Jonathan popped up: (Will you see me off?)

Their messages crossed at the same time. Teresa replied with a simple word: (Yeah)

Jonathan sent Teresa his flight details. Teresa went to the airport. Jonathan didn’t bring too much luggage. Teresa asked where he was headed. “Archule,” he answered. “Peter’s over there; figured I’d talk some things over with him.”

“Is Peter still single?” Teresa asked.

“Now I’m single too. I keep him company,” Jonathan joked.

Teresa couldn’t help but think, Peter’s way older than you. How ridiculous that you want to keep him company.

Teresa said, “You should find yourself a new wife. I wasn’t joking at the family dinner. I really hope you meet someone better.”

“I’ll get married when my mom does,” Jonathan said.

“Huh?” Teresa looked up at him, curious.

Jonathan let out a soft laugh. “When my mom gets married, and you do too. Maybe then I’ll get married.” He smiled when he was speaking, but Teresa could tell he wasn’t joking.

The boarding announcement came over the speakers. Teresa urged, “Your flight’s about to leave.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan had already checked his baggage, so now he was carrying nothing. He put his hands in his pockets and searched for something. After a few steps, he turned back, pulled out a jewelry box, and opened it.

The ring inside sparkled. Jonathan looked straight at Teresa. “You threw our wedding ring into the river. I always said you were impossible. Back then, I couldn’t afford anything better. Now, take this. We’re really even now.”

Tears welled up in Teresa’s eyes, and she felt choked. He’d probably never known she’d taken that ring out of the river. This is human—act on impulse, make mistakes, and then regret them.

A tear fell onto her shoe and quickly evaporated. She shook her head, regaining her composure. “You’re about to leave. Why are you giving me a ring? I don’t want it.”

“Take it,” Jonathan said, pressing the ring into her hand. “If you don’t want it, toss it or sell it. Up to you.”

Teresa said, “You can save it for your next proposal.”

Jonathan almost gritted his teeth. “When I get remarried, I’ll buy my next wife an even better one.”

Teresa’s hand clenched around the ring so tightly that her palm hurt. She didn’t say anything, just accepted it.

Jonathan’s expression was complicated. She’d accepted the ring, but he wasn’t happy. This wasn’t the ending he’d hoped for when he came back to Nardigh. But life never goes as planned.

He couldn’t help but pull her into a tight hug, like it was the last time. His hand rested on her soft waist, holding her close. His face was buried in her fragrant hair.

Before Teresa could push him away, he let go, turned, and walked off without looking back. Teresa kept her eyes on his back. He once looked back. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a fetal movement in her belly—the first time she’d felt the baby move since getting pregnant with her second child. She instinctively placed her hand over her stomach.

When Teresa got back to Rosary Estates, she noticed a man pacing around her building.

Chapter 379 (continued)

As soon as she parked and got out of the car, Sanford walked over. “Teresa,” he said.

A clear look of impatience flashed in Teresa’s eyes, but she just nodded politely and headed upstairs.

“I did some digging. Jonathan’s your ex-husband, right?” Sanford said.

Teresa didn’t answer him.

“And,” Sanford continued, “you two have a son, don’t you?”

Teresa, about to step into the elevator, suddenly paused.

Sanford, on the other hand, stayed calm. “Jennifer told me… I told her I was interested in you, and the…”

“Is she nuts?” Teresa cursed Jennifer in her heart.

Sanford spoke slowly and clearly, “My answer is, I don’t care that you have a son. Let’s get married.”