Chapter 862

“Don’t call me,” Jonathan snapped, ignoring Irene and walking straight over to Teresa.

He popped open a big umbrella, shielding Teresa and Michael from the rain as he made sure they got into the car first.

He stood outside, getting drenched while his whole body was still out in the rain. Then he told the driver to crank the heat up as high as it would go.

“Drive them to the hospital. Now,” he ordered.

“Yes, Mr. Lynn,” the driver replied.

Then Jonathan turned to Teresa and said, “Wait for me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

When Teresa nodded, Jonathan reached over and gently ruffled Michael’s hair. Then he added, “Mike, take good care of your mom, okay?”

Then Jonathan turned and went back inside. From within the house, Irene’s sobs grew even louder. When she saw him return, she tried to defend herself through her tears once more.

“I swear I meant no harm. Heidi said to take Mike before he got too old. I was scared Teresa might be a bad influence. She’s unstable and I thought she could hurt Mike,” Irene cried.

“Are you done?” Jonathan asked coldly, his eyes fixed on Irene. He stared at her, his face expressionless.

Irene was at a loss for words, and then Jonathan continued, “Answer me. Did you have anything to do with Teresa’s collapsing and being hospitalized?”

“No, how could you suspect me of that? I was the one who took her to the hospital. I saved her life,” Irene protested.

“I’m going to ask you one last time,” Jonathan snapped, cutting Irene off impatiently.

“Did you have anything to do with Teresa passing out or not?” he demanded.

Irene gritted her teeth, refusing to admit anything. She shook her head and added, “It has nothing to do with me.”

Jonathan’s heart hit rock bottom. He loomed over her, eyes cold as he spat out, “You used money to humiliate and threaten her, trying to take her child. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Irene managed to get to her feet, glaring up at Jonathan. “Who told you that? Was it Teresa running to you with complaints again?” she pressed.

“She never told me. Not once,” Jonathan said, spitting out each word. “From the day we got married to the day we divorced, and even now, she’s never breathed a word to me about all the crap you pulled.”

Irene was stunned. “No way. I don’t believe it,” she exclaimed.

Irene couldn’t wrap her head around it. Teresa hadn’t lied to her. Teresa had never once tattled on her to Jonathan, not even once.

Jonathan withdrew his gaze and ordered coldly, “Sit here and think about everything you’ve done to her. Every sneaky, underhanded thing you’ve plotted behind her back. I’ll deal with you tomorrow."

With that, he turned away coldly and prepared to leave. Irene couldn’t help but shout, “I did all of this for your own good.”

Jonathan stopped in his tracks. Hearing Irene repeat that it was all for his own good, he turned around. His eyes blazed with fury and disappointment.

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t have gone behind my back and bullied a woman who was carrying my child while I was away,” Jonathan snapped.

Irene fell silent again, tears blurring her weathered face. Only then did she notice that Jonathan’s eyes were red, filled with pain.

“You always told me to be upright. Is this what you call being upright? Bullying a pregnant woman? If Dad were alive, would he condone you despite the person you’ve become?” Jonathan said slowly.

“Jonathan,” Irene cried out, “please don’t hate me.”

But Jonathan had already turned away, his back straight and resolute as he walked out the door. Irene collapsed to the floor, her body drained of strength.