Jolene lay down unhappily. When she was about to reach his house, her cell phone rang.
She had put her mobile phone in the grid next to the driverâs seat just now, and Bowen Evert asked her while driving, âShall I pick it up for you?â
Jolene was too weak to speak, so he said casually, âYou can pick it up for me, turn on the handsâfree.â
She thought maybe Frank saw that she hadnât returned for so long and asked her if she would return for dinner at noon.
But when the phone was connected, Frankâs voice did not come from inside.
It was a female voice. âJolene? The money has already been sent to you. Do you want me to give you more to make up for your body? After all, you have just had an abortion. I am not as cruel as youâ¦â
Jolene opened her eyes, and the voice seemed to be Sophieâs.
What money?
She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing it. Could it be that the 1.8 million she had received just now was not Floraâs money for selling her necklace but Sophieâs money?
She stood up and wanted to reach out to take the phone away, but Bowen quickly took it away.
His tone was sharp. âWhat money, what abortion? Please explain clearly!â
The other party was stunned momentarily, and the voice timidly said, âBrotherâinâlaw?â
âSophie.â With a creak, Bowen pulled over to the side of the road. âWhatâs going on? Explain clearly!â
Sophie had already started to stammer. âBowen, I⦠itâs not my fault. I met Jolene in the hospital a few days ago and knew she was pregnant. She asked me for money and said she would take the child away or tell my sister if I didnât give her the money. Bowen, you know how much my sister loves you, sheâ¦â
Bowen hung up the phone.
He didnât speak or look back for a long time but just stared at Jolene from the rearview mirror for a long time.
He got it.
No wonder she had such a weak face.
It was not a period.
It was she who had just had an abortion.
She had taken away their baby.
And, by the way, she had extorted a large sum of money from Sophie.
Jolene lay softly on the back seat.
She hadnât expected it to be revealed so soon.
18 288 Nouchers Jolene hadnât expected that things would turn out this way.
Inexplicably, she had passively accepted Sophieâs money.
Bowen finally spoke in a daze, âIs what Sophie said true?â
How should Jolene explain it?
In fact, she couldnât say that it was all false. At least half of it was true.
She had been pregnant, and she had taken the child.
She thought about it seriously but still didnât know how to answer.
Bowen suddenly smiled.
He turned his head from the cab with a smile, the sun shining from the back of his head, and his whole face looked very gloomy with the backlight.
His smile was also particularly unsettling.
He smiled and asked Jolene, âHow much did Sophie give you?â Jolene didnât speak. He flipped through Joleneâs phone and saw the 1.8 million income.
The end of his laughter trembled. âIf you had come to me directly, I would have given you more money than her. Only 1.8 million could have bought my childâs life.â
Jolene curled up on the back seat, feeling pain in her lower abdomen. The rhythm was too rhythmic and hurt every three seconds, like the pain of giving birth.
788 Vouchers She had never given birth to a child, so that was probably what labor pains felt like.
Cold sweat ran down her face, and some flowed into her eyes, burning hot.
She didnât speak, didnât explain, didnât argue.
After all, the child had already been lost, so it didnât matter that much whether she received Sophieâs money or not.
Didnât Mrs. Evert say that the more Bowen hated her, the better she would survive in this city?
She lay there like a corpse, and she knew that Bowen was a refined gentleman, so he wouldnât come over and strangle her in anger.
Sure enough, he sat in the cab without moving, and his tone gradually calmed down.
Flat with the slightest ups and downs.
âDo you think I would have let you have a baby if you had come to me? Jolene, maybe I was too kind to you before, which caused you to misunderstand.â