Chapter 461

Jennifer said, “Sanford said he’s coming back from Shaville for my wedding. He also said he’s bringing $330,000. He wants to use it as your bride price.”

“I mean, he doesn’t care that you’ve been married before, and he’s willing to give you $330,000. That’s honestly pretty rare. He’s never done anything to hurt you, has he?”

Teresa finally understood and retorted, “So you’re just going to sell me off for $330,000?”

Jennifer sighed. “If I really wanted to sell you, I’d have taken the money already. I’m asking for your opinion, aren’t I? If you’re interested, we can talk about the price.”

Teresa shot back, “What kind of ‘asking’ is this? It looks to me like you can’t wait for me to marry Sanford so you can finally stop worrying about me.”

Jennifer took a deep breath. “I told you, I’m just trying to talk this through with you. Isn’t Sanford a good guy?”

Teresa said, “He’s so great. Then why don’t you marry him? I’ve told you a million times I don’t like him, and I’ve already cut him off. Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Jennifer said, “Jonathan already has a girlfriend; you know that. He’s moving on with his life. Why can’t you do the same?”

Jennifer glanced at the expensive bracelet on Teresa’s wrist and added, “Okay, sure, Sanford isn’t as rich as the guy who gave you that bracelet. But at least Sanford’s mother is easy to get along with. She’s not like Irene, always making a scene.”

“Having a mother-in-law who doesn’t cause drama—isn’t that for your own good? Besides, like mother, like son. Jonathan is…”

Teresa couldn’t take it anymore. She snapped, “Enough! If you’re going to say that, then all the Lynns are no good. So why did you marry Donald? Why don’t you ever say Donald’s a jerk?”

Jennifer said, “Jonathan is your ex. He has nothing to do with us now. I can say whatever I want about him. Donald’s my husband; of course, I’m on his side. Can you get the relationships straight?”

Teresa said, “I know exactly where I stand. Let me say this one last time: there’s no way I’ll ever marry Sanford, and I’m not marrying anyone for money. If you dare take his money, Jennifer, may you get struck by lightning.” With that, she turned and walked away.

Jennifer was stunned. She clutched her stomach in anger. She never thought Teresa would say something like that about her. Jennifer didn’t notice the tears in Teresa’s eyes, so she would never know how sad Teresa was. Jennifer sat down to rest. Her stomach ached from the stress. She sent Teresa a message:

[If you don’t agree, I won’t take Sanford’s money. That’s all I meant. But you always insist on misunderstanding me, always thinking I’m out to get you. Seriously, ask yourself, have I ever said anything that wasn’t for your own good?]

[I’ll just chalk it up to you being immature today, throwing a tantrum. But you’re not a kid anymore; you’re almost thirty. Are you going to keep treating me like this every day? Is that how an adult acts?]

[Can’t you show me a little respect? I’m your real sister, and you keep giving me attitude. Think about it. I don’t want to argue with you anymore.]

Just as Jennifer finished sending the message, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and picked up.

The other person said, “Hello, is this Ms. Jennifer Nelson? You scheduled an abortion with us. When would you like to come in for your check-up next week?”