Chapter 650

Miriam now held several strands of Jennifer’s hair in her hand.

Jennifer ran her fingers through her hair, thinking, Miriam has completely lost it, acting like a hysterical woman.

Miriam said, “I’m standing up for Teresa! You’re supposed to be her closest person, yet you keep hurting her over and over!”

Jennifer retorted, “What harm have I done to her? I’m protecting Teresa, making her better than I do. Everything I’ve done has been for her, so she won’t get hurt again. We’re sisters. No one understands her.”

Miriam covered her ears, only removing her hands when Jennifer finished speaking. She snapped, “Maybe you two aren’t even real sisters! You’re just her worst enemy who can’t stand seeing her happy!”

“Miriam, has dating Edward turned your brain into that of a college kid? Guess that’s why you shouldn’t date someone way younger. Look at you now, acting all childish with these wild fantasies. Pathetic.”

The next second, Miriam suddenly burst out laughing mockingly.

Jennifer was confused. “What are you laughing at?”

Miriam suppressed her smile and put on a sarcastic look. “Do you know what this is called? Playing the saint while doing badly. You don’t care about Teresa’s feelings at all—it’s all about you!”

Jennifer clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing sharply. “How dare you say I don’t care about Teresa? As her best friend, you know better than anyone how miserable her marriage to Jonathan was.

“You saw how much she suffered, yet you still want to push her back into that living hell? You’re the one who’s hurting her!”

“How do you know Teresa won’t be happy now? Jonathan’s worth hundreds of millions—he’ll spoil her rotten.”

“Does money buy happiness?”

Miriam burst out laughing again. “Seriously, Jennifer? You call me childish? Look who’s talking! Didn’t your mom ever tell you that money solves ninety-nine percent of unhappiness? Jonathan’s loaded now, and the only person he cares about is Teresa.

“If they get back together, Teresa will be happy, and Mike will get the best education. Even if you don’t give a damn about Teresa, shouldn’t you at least care about your nephew?

“Mike’s still little now, but what about his future? He deserves the best.”

Jennifer snapped, “Neither Teresa nor Mike will ever be happy—not with that witch Irene still in the picture.”

Miriam retorted, “This isn’t our problem to worry about—it’s something they should work out between themselves.”

Jennifer snapped back, “I’m her sister—it’s my duty to worry about this for her.”

Miriam shook her head, completely exasperated. “Jennifer, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. You’ve been isolated from reality for far too long; your thinking is so warped and bizarre.

“And what’s truly infuriating is that you don’t even realize you’re wrong.”

'Guess this is what it feels like when you just can’t wake someone who’s pretending to be asleep,' Miriam thought.

There was a knock at the door, breaking the tense silence. “Dr. Nelson, it’s almost 2 PM. Your afternoon patients have already checked in and are waiting in line.”

Jennifer replied, “Got it.” She straightened her white coat and walked out. Before leaving, she turned to Miriam, her face expressionless, and said coolly, “You need to leave now.”

"Fine, I’m leaving. Do you seriously think I’d be here willingly if it weren’t for Teresa?” With that, Miriam headed downstairs.

Miriam opened her palm, revealing several strands of Jennifer’s hair. Hastily, she pulled out the small pouch she had prepared and carefully tucked all the hair inside.

"Jennifer," Miriam scoffed, "I just can’t believe someone as heartless as you could be Teresa’s blood sister. Maybe you two aren’t even blood related at all..."

Benny suddenly interjected, “Who’s blood related to whom?” Miriam jumped in surprise, whirling around to find Benny standing right behind her; she hadn’t even noticed when he’d gotten there. Her hand flew to her chest. “Benny! What are you doing here?”

Benny shrugged. “Well, you know, Hayden from the Lynn family isn’t feeling well, so I just came by to check on him and offer my family’s regards.” Benny raised an eyebrow at Miriam. “So, what brings you to the hospital?”

“I’ve got a cold, just here to pick up some meds.”

“Then where are your meds?” Benny asked, eyeing Miriam’s empty hands.

“Well, I’m heading to the pharmacy on the second floor to get my meds. Won’t keep you from your visit. Edward’s still waiting for me outside.”

Benny blocked Miriam’s path, staring her down. “You still haven’t answered my question. I heard you say something about proving blood relations—whose relations exactly, huh?”

Miriam waved him off. “You must’ve misheard me, Benny. I never said anything like that.”

“Miriam.” Benny insisted, patting her shoulder. “You’re not hiding something from me, are you? We’re such good friends. Is this about Teresa?”

Miriam gritted her teeth in frustration, thinking, ‘Oh no, Benny’s sticking his nose in again.’ Then she said, “This has nothing to do with Teresa. I’m leaving.”

Benny stroked his chin, and his eyes fixed on Miriam’s evasive look. “Well, I don’t believe it,” he wondered.

—–

“Mr. Lynn, Christian has been waiting for you outside for quite some time.”

Jonathan thought Christian was there to tender his resignation. He was about to head out, having spent the past few days virtually living at the company, though in reality, he’d been secretly tracking Teresa’s movements. He walked over to where Christian was waiting.

Christian stared at Jonathan, his eyes cold and desolate, carrying a loneliness only the heartbroken know. That sorrow made his deep eyes seem even darker. Christian said, “Um, Mr. Lynn, about the resignation I mentioned last time…”

“If your mind is made up, I’ll approve it.”

Just as Jonathan was about to head out, Christian suddenly called out to him. “Mr. Lynn, where are you off to? Do you need a ride?”

Jonathan replied, “No need.”

“Mr. Lynn, wait a minute.” Christian suddenly stopped Jonathan again, his fists tightly clenched.

Jonathan turned back. “What else? I’ve got urgent matters to attend to right now,”

Christian slowly unclenched his fists, “Then... can we talk when you return?” he conceded, “I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

Jonathan didn’t say anything, got into the car, and signaled the driver to go.

The airline staff had helped Jonathan monitor Teresa’s travel information. They located her return flight from Gorthany to Nareigh. Checking the time, Jonathan realized she’d already returned to Nareigh the day before.

Jonathan figured Teresa was still at work. The Maybach pulled up at the entrance of Tervsouth Group. Time crawled by.

As the sunset painted the sky with a warm glow, Jonathan stepped out of the car. Employees were streaming out of the building, one after another. Jonathan walked up to the receptionist and asked, “Is Ms. Johnston still in?”

“Ms. Johnston is still in her office. She should be wrapping up soon.”

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, the elevator doors slid open, and Teresa stepped out. “Ms. Johnston, Mr. Lynn is here to see you,” the receptionist called out.

Teresa’s eyes locked with Jonathan’s, and neither of them looked away.

Teresa snapped out of her daze and walked over calmly. She told the receptionist, “You may leave now.” Only when the entrance was empty did Teresa turn her gaze back to Jonathan.