"No! Those are the only things that can make me happy now. If you tell him, I really have no
entertainment at all!"
Holding a heart-wrenching novel in her hands, Sara complained. Since she was pregnant, she seldom
went out. She couldn't watch TV or play with her cell phone. How could she stay there?!
"These are all my treasures! Do you have the heart to deprive me of my source of happiness just
because of your own selfish motive?"
Looking at Sara in silence, Hester raised her head and rubbed between her eyebrows. She was
inevitably worried about her goddaughter's future. Would she become an idiot when she grew up?
"Sara, I'm a little worried!"
"What are you worried about?"
Sara looked at Hester in confusion. Obviously, she was worried. Why did she say that? It was
impossible!
"Will my goddaughter be like her mother in the future? So brainless!"
Hearing Hester's words as if nothing had happened, the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely. Her
hand, which was stroking her belly, was a little stiff. She looked at Hester with a dim gaze.
"How can my child be brainless? Her father is very smart!"
"Huh!"
Hester snorted and glanced at her with a faint mockery on her face.
"Some people have a clear estimation of themselves. They know that their genes are not very good!"
"……"
The conversation between the two was completely over. They stood at the side of the bed, silent.
Hester was still thinking about Jackson, while Sara was so obedient because she was not strong
enough.
"I want to go to find Jackson. You just stay at home!"
Hester said as she stood up from the bed and adjusted her sleeves. If there was no result of this
matter, she would always be hard to ease herself.
She had suffered so much before, so she didn't have the heart to see Jackson like that. It was better to
make things clear than to pretend to be confused. Moreover, as a shrewd man, how could he not know
the reason?
"I'll go with you!"
Worried that she would go alone, Sara stood up with one hand on her waist and said without hesitation.
"No way!"
Hester resolutely refused Sara's suggestion. She quickly walked in, helped her sit back on the bed, and
gently patted her hand.
"I just want to have a good talk with him this time. There are some things that can't be delayed. Allen is
still working for Jackson. Aren't you afraid that he will find an opportunity to revenge?"
Sara was not convinced. She was really worried about Hester's safety, not to have fun! However, it was
a pity that she couldn't see such an interesting thing.
"Forget it. I'd better not go there!"
According to Jackson's gloomy character, maybe he would really make things difficult for Allen. For the
sake of her future life, she'd better not cause more trouble!
After comforting her, Hester went out with relief. She hailed a taxi and told him the address. Then she
stopped talking.
Although she had made up her mind to talk to him, she really didn't know how to say it at this critical
moment.
"I don't like you. Don't even think about it."
She shook her head hard and threw away all the messy thoughts in her mind.
"No way! No way! No way!"
Through the rearview mirror, the driver silently glanced at Hester, who was talking to herself after
getting on the car. He was shocked and uncertain. Looking at this delicate girl, he wondered if she was
suffering from mental disease.
"What a pity!"
He sighed and sped up. It was better to end this kind of business as soon as possible, in case
something unexpected happened in the middle of the way.
"Here we are, miss."
The driver's words pulled back Hester's thoughts. She raised her eyebrows, sighed, took out the money
from her wallet and handed it to the driver. She got out of the car with worry.
"Hello, I want to see the CEO of your company. Please inform him!"
Standing at the front desk, Hester said with a smile.
"Ah! Hester!"
The receptionist smiled and raised her hand. Instantly, her expression became very terrified. Didn't they
say that Hester had died three years ago? Why was she standing here safe and sound?
"You... You are..."
"Oh! It's just a misunderstanding. Don't be afraid!"
Hester explained with a smile, lost in thought. She wondered who spread the rumor that she was dead
three years ago. It was really a headache.
Fortunately, she didn't have many friends, which saved the trouble of explanation.
"Can you help me inform him? I have something to talk to Mr. Jackson. Sorry to trouble you."
"Okay, wait a moment. I'll make a call!"
Since they used to be colleagues, she would not make things difficult for Hester. She quickly called the
CEO's office and asked for a meeting.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Jackson, I'll let Hester come in right now!"
The receptionist put down the phone and smiled politely.
"Well, Mr. Jackson asked you to go upstairs directly. You are familiar with the road, so I won't take you
upstairs."
"Okay, thank you."
Hester nodded slightly. She was a little relaxed and walked up slowly.
At the same time, Jackson was sitting in the office, with his hands crossed on his legs, and his palms
were slightly sweaty. He had been waiting for her at the door for a long time yesterday, but she didn't
say anything more to him. Now she came to him in person. Was there anything wrong?
Or did she just realize that she wanted to blame him?
"Rat-a-tat!"
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He covered his mouth and coughed to calm himself
down.
"Come in, please!"
Sitting upright, Jackson looked at the woman who slowly walked in with burning eyes. His heart was
beating fast. Even he despised himself.
"Sit down!"
Hester sat opposite him, looking at the person in front of her with a flicker of her eyes. She took a deep
breath, but her words changed.
"Well, I'm sorry for what happened last night. I didn't mean to target you. Too many things have
happened these days, and my mind is in a mess."
Jackson nodded slightly and straightened his body to avoid Hester's eyes. He pressed his chin tightly,
not as relaxed as before.
"I know. It's normal for you to keep a distance from me after what happened. You don't have to
apologize to me!"
Hester was anxious, frowning, and said in an excited tone.
"It's not what you think. I just don't know how to tell you, but I really don't blame you!"
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