Chapter 720

Chapter 720 Cost Of His Pain

When Kyra finally hung up, resentment crept across her face.

Thora! That despicable b*tch! How dare she trick me and nearly ruin her plans!

Exasperated, she called Thora to settle the score, but Thora had turned off her phone and couldn’t

be reached.

By the time Frederic and Wrenn returned to the research center, the daylight had fully broken.

The two were worried about their son.

Neera scowled and pulled a long face when she saw them.

Initially, she wanted to ignore them and walk away. In the end, she still halted and spoke coldly.

“We don’t have a resting area for visitors in the research center. Jean’s condition is prone to

recurrence. He won’t wake up in a short time. I don’t see the need for both of you to stay here.”

Frederic and Wrenn sensed her lingering anger and indifference. The two felt awkward for the first

time.

“We know,” they replied, their voices laden with bitterness. “Even though he’s unconscious, we just

want to stay with him. It doesn’t matter to us that there’s no lounging area here. Being with him is all that matters.”

The rage that had been building up inside Neera erupted once more. It was scorching hot.

Abruptly, she felt the urge to reprimand them.

Why hadn’t you two shown him how much you cared earlier? What else have you two done besides

doubting and rejecting me? Do you finally see your mistakes when Jean suffers?

She had a slew of sharp questions ready to fire at them. She did, however, suppress them at the last

moment. Perhaps she was afraid of losing her cool and making a scene.

Ultimately, she made her way back to her office with an icy expression.

Osbert had witnessed everything from the side. Naturally, he understood the reason for her being

upset.

He brought her breakfast to console her.

“Neera, you’ve been working all night. You might have a little appetite, but you have to eat

something. How else will you have the strength to carry on without food? What would happen to Jean if you fell ill?”

He tried to persuade her and he had a point.

Though she was not in the mood, Neera still forced herself to take a few bites.

“You should take a nap,” Osbert persisted. “Me and Luigi would keep an eye on him. If anything happens, we’ll notify you right away.”

She was tired, and the only thing keeping her going was the last thread of her stubbornness.

Hesitated, but she decided to stop forcing herself and nod in agreement.

Before she entered the on-call room, she remembered Jean’s parents waiting in the hallway.

She frowned, stopped walking, and yelled, “Osbert.”

Osbert had almost made it to the door when he turned and asked, “Yes?”

She pursed her lips and reluctantly spoke up, “Can you take care of the Beauvorts? They’ve been up all night, and it might be hard for them to hang on. If they refuse to leave, get a room for them to rest.

Bring them breakfast, too. It’s up to them whether they want to eat.”

With that being said, she went to get a nap.

Osbert was not surprised. He sighed a little. Neera was always sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.

Simultaneously, Joseph looked at his parents, unable to bring himself to tell them the truth.

“Daddy and Mommy, I just found out that Jean’s condition is almost as bad as it was before Neera treated him. His vitality had been severely damaged, and he was barely hanging on. Neera must be furious and has lost her cool because of this. Don’t take it personally.”

Not wanting his parents’ resentment of Neera to grow, he made an effort to mediate.

Unexpectedly, tears streamed down Wrenn’s face.

Frederic was taken aback and inquired, “What’s wrong?”

Joseph assumed his mother was concerned about Jean’s condition and comforted her right away.

“Mom, don’t worry. Neera is here; she won’t let anything happen to Jean. He just needs some time

to recover.”

Yet, Wrenn cried even more ferociously. She sobbed uncontrollably in Frederic’s embrace.

After a while, she said with a choked voice, “I think I might have made a grave mistake.”

Her words startled Frederic.

“I thought that everything I did was for Jean’s benefit. I disliked her and tried to separate them. In

the end, I hurt Jean. Everything is my fault. You tried to talk sense into me, but I wouldn’t listen. I’m

headstrong. If something bad happens to Jean, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for the rest of my life!”

Guilt and regret washed over her, and Wrenn was overwhelmed with her sorrow.

After Frederic listened to her, he sighed deeply and was engulfed in conflicted feelings.

If Neera had not been there, we might have lost our son.

Joseph, observing everything from the side. He stopped offering them consolation. He believed his

stubborn parents might finally be ready to change their ways.