Chapter 590
Jonathan shook his head slightly. “No big deal, just a small matter.”
Teresa studied Jonathan’s chiseled profile. To him, nothing ever seemed like a big deal.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jonathan asked.
Teresa said, “I was just wondering, now that you’re in this position, have you gained a new perspective on things and learned not to let them get to you as much?”
Jonathan hooked his lips into a smirk, his gaze fixed on Teresa. “So, should I take that as you care about me?”
Teresa didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the road as she continued driving.
Jonathan withdrew his gaze. “It’s true. I’ve learned to let go of many things. But when it comes to you, I can’t stay indifferent.”
Teresa’s grip on the steering wheel tightened abruptly. Jonathan’s searing gaze seemed to burn right through her. Teresa parted her lips. “L…”
She had barely uttered a word when Jonathan’s phone rang again from the passenger seat. Pressing her lips together, Teresa motioned for him to answer.
This time, she distinctly heard the voice on the other end say “Irene.”
Jonathan frowned and muttered, “Understood.” He hung up and immediately called his driver, “Just grab any car and wait for me at First Avenue on Sycamore Road.”
Teresa pulled up to the spot where Jonathan’s driver was already waiting.
Jonathan got out of the car. “Drive safely,” he told Teresa. “Text me when you get home.”
Teresa said, “I’m not going home. I’m heading to the office.”
“Then drop me a text when you get to the office,” Jonathan said as he gently closed the car door. The call was from Irene’s caretaker.
Ever since Irene learned that Sanford was Yorick’s illegitimate son, she fainted once in Shaville and remained depressed after returning to Nareigh.
Jonathan had once bluntly called Irene out, “You said you were upset. I said I’d sue him, but then you stopped me.”
Irene knew she was wrong about this. It was a truth she couldn’t bring herself to admit to Jonathan. She had no choice but to let Liora and Sanford off the hook, yet she simply couldn’t swallow the bitterness.
Jonathan hired several caretakers to attend to Irene’s daily life and even gave her a family credit card so she could shop and relax, but she remained utterly indifferent.
The caretaker called Jonathan, saying that during dinner, Irene suddenly cried out, “I don’t want to live anymore,” and smashed her tableware, urgently asking Jonathan to come home and check on her.
Jonathan remained calm. He knew Irene wasn’t truly suicidal. She cherished her hard-earned fortune too much to ever give it up.
Upon seeing Jonathan, Irene spiraled her emotions even further out of control. With a loud crash, Irene smashed several more plates.
“Had enough?” Jonathan said coldly as a plate shattered dangerously close to his feet.
Irene sobbed uncontrollably, her voice breaking as she cried out, “What’s the point of living? I’d be better off dead. I’m too ashamed to show my face in public anymore.”
Irene couldn’t accept the fact that her husband had an illegitimate son with Liora. Even though Sanford was the result of Liora’s scheming, the boy had been around for nearly thirty years, and she still couldn’t bring herself to accept this truth.
Jonathan said coldly, “I’ve seen mistresses get dragged through the mud, but never the lawful wife. And now you’re talking about ending your life? Do you really think Liora would shed a single tear if you died? Is it really worth it?”
Irene sneered, “So what if it’s not worth it? I keep having nightmares about that damned Liora and her wretched son Sanford. No matter how I look at it, I just can’t swallow that bitterness.”
“Didn’t I want to sue him for defamation? You made me drop the case and let it go. I even asked if you were hiding something from me, and you denied it. I gave in to your wishes, didn’t I?”
Irene fell silent, rendered speechless by Jonathan’s piercing words.