"Jealousy, of course." Shane looked over to the ward in disdain.
Yvonne tilted her head. "Jealousy?"
"Yes, she's jealous of you."
"How's that possible!" Yvonne retorted in reflex.
Jacqueline, jealous of her? More like she was jealous o f Jacqueline. After all, she was the woman
who had Henry's heart.
Shane suddenly chuckled. "I knew you wouldn't believe it but the jealousy I speak of isn't what
youâre thinking."
"Then what is it?" Yvonne looked at him.
Shane prodded his glasses. "I asked Jacqueline's caretaker. The caretaker said that she called
Henry before her suicide and she asked him if he'd come to spend her birthday with her. Henry
probably rejected her and she left sort of a threat to him, saying that he'd regret it if he didn't come."
There was a slight pause and Shane glanced at Yvonne with a complex gaze before he continued,"
When Henry came after that, I asked him if that was the case and he admitted it, citing that he
agreed to spend it with you instead. That's why I say that Jacqueline is jealous of you and
summoned Henry's company by trying to commit suicide." "Ahh... but thatâs extreme of her. Even if
she's asking for Henry, she doesn't have to resort to suicide, no?" Yvonneâs lips quivered.
A giggle escaped Shane. âThat woman is a typical lunatic. What can't she do to achieve her goals?
Okay, Iâll stop here and go check on Jacqueline's anesthesia level first."
He then knocked on the ward's door.
Opening the door and still seeing both of them, Henry glowered. "Why are you here still?"
"Please, I'm the doctor. Why do you think I'm here for? I haven't even said a word just now and you
locked me outside," Shane grumbled.
Henry let him in with thinly pressed lips.
After Shane entered, Yvonne wanted to follow but Henry stopped her once more. "Why aren't you
back yet?â
"Henry, I know what happened with Miss Conrad," Yvonne spoke up.
Henry narrowed his eyes. "And? Isnât all this thanks to you?"
Yvonne hung her head. "I admit that I called Miss Conrad a homewrecker, but that was on the verge
of anger. And it was she who called me repeatedly to badger me and I said it out of frustration. I
didn't mean anything else. Besides, the real reason for Miss
Conrad's suicide isn't because of what I said."
"Not what you said? Then, tell me, what is it?" Henry asked icily.
Taking a deep breath, Yvonne replied, "Because she's jealous. She's jealous that I could spend my
birthday with you and she tried to kill herself to make you come over."
"Yvonne Frey!" Henry suddenly shouted at her.
Yvonne jolted, looking back at him in confusion.
"Try to find a better excuse, will you? Jackie's a leukemia patient. Do you know what a wound
means t o her?" Henry turned to point at the inside of the ward with a frosty gaze. "It means that her
blood canât be stopped. It means that her leukemia will get worse. She likes ballet so much and
dreams to perform at the Lincoln Center. Why would she commit suicide for something small like
this?"
"But what I said is the truth.â Yvonne clenched her fists.
Henry wore a cruel smile. "So you still think that Jackie tried to commit suicide because sheâs
jealous o f you?"
Yvonne acknowledged it with silence.
Henry lifted her face up. "Which part of you is worthy o f Jackieâs jealousy? Your looks? Figure? Or
your ability?"
His words flustered Yvonne. A sense of humiliation rose within her. She slapped his hand away
angrily and stared back at him with red rimmed eyes. "I told you. Miss Conrad is jealous that I'm
spending my birthday with you!"
Yes, she lacked so much in comparison to Jacqueline, unable to be on par in terms of looks, figure,
or abilities. But did he have to make it so clear! Did he know that his words were basically stabbing
a blade repeatedly into her heart?
"Jealous that I'm spending the birthday with you?" Henry scoffed. "Jackie isnât someone like that!"
"So you mean I'm lying?" Yvonne pointed at herself.
Pressing his lips together, Henry did not say a word but his stance was apparent.
Yvonne feared up from the frustration, her tears brimming over her eyes. "I'm not lying. I'm telling
the truth. You say that Miss Conrad isnât someone like that. How much do you know her?"
âI grew up with Jackie, I know her enough," Henry answered in a low growl.
Yvonne mocked, "I don't think so. All you see is Miss Conrad's good side. You've never even seen
her bad side!"
"Enough!" Henry roared and pointed at the elevator with a grimace. "Go back. I donât want to see
you right now." "You're chasing me off?" Yvonne widened her eyes.
Henry ignored her this time, turning to close the door.
Yvonne quickly jammed the door. "Henry, am I so unworthy of your trust?â
"Let go!" Henry's gaze fell on her hand that held the door.
Not listening to him, Yvonne looked at him stubbornly. "I'm your wife. Why won't you lend me a little
trust?â
"I don't want to discuss this with you now. Go back. Donât make me send someone to take you
away!â Henry pried her hand from the door and closed it. 1
Biting her lips, Yvonne gazed at the shut door, wounded, as if wanting to see the inside of the ward
through it.
He still did not believe her. Between her and Jacqueline, he would only always pick the latter.
Yvonne looked up, and with a self-deprecating chuckle, she dragged her frail self toward the
elevator with leaden steps.
The elevator doors opened. She rubbed her eyes, about to enter, when she collided with the person
who came out. The jab made her stumble before she held the wall to quickly stabilize herself and
apologize to the person, "Sorry!â
"Watch it next time,â the person said, roughly patting his shoulder.
"I will," Yvonne complied and found the person's voice to be familiar, like she had heard it
somewhere before. It drew her to look up silently and she discovered that she actually knew the
person.
"Mr. Conrad," she called out in surprise.
"Hmm?" Dominic gave her a once over in puzzlement before he was annoyed when he recalled it.
"Itâs you. Why are you here?"
"Iâm here to see Henry and Miss Conrad," Yvonne answered.
Dominic jeered, "Why? Here to see if Jackie is dead yet?"
Yvonne waved her hands frantically. "No, no. I donât mean anything by coming here. I'm really just
here to visit."
It seemed that Jacqueline's father thought that she had caused Jacqueline's suicide too.
"Hah, no need for a visit. I don't think Jackie wants to see you. Mrs. Lancaster, just leave. Youâre not
welcomed here." Dominic scowled. 3
Lowering her gaze, Yvonne stepped into the elevator.
Right when she was about to press the button in the elevator, Dominic suddenly looked at her
sinisterly," Mrs. Lancaster, I'll remember Jackie's attempted suicide. I hope you carry yourself well!"
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He then left in his leather shoes.
Yvonne watched on with a pale face. When the doors closed, she barely caught herself but she felt
chills on her spine and a thumping heart.
What did he mean? Was he planning to get revenge on her?