Chapter 723

Chapter 723 He’s Losing His Wife

The atmosphere in the guest room was tense and eerily silent.

Neera sat upright. Her expression remained cold and distant.

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Across from her, the pair looked visibly shaken and taken aback. They adopted a blank expression.

Though they had once wished to force the two apart. However, when she suddenly brought it up at

this critical time, the couple didn’t feel relieved. On the contrary, they were panic-stricken.

Wrenn was unable to sit still. Panickedly, she leaned forward and asked, “Why?”

Neera found the situation amusing.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Isn’t it obvious? Do you have any idea how we get married? Roxanne was meant to marry into your

family. I’m a substitute. This was orchestrated by the Garcias, they forced me to marry into your family.

Jean, on the other hand, married out of obligation. Given these circumstances, don’t you

think our marriage was ill-founded?”

Wrenn’s anxiety grew as Neera’s words sank in. She objected, “But…”

Neera completely ignored her. She was not interested in listening any further and made her

position clear.

“Your family and others have bothered me, as they have Jean. We’re both shackled by this marriage. I favor simplicity in everything, including relationships. I don’t want to continue because I dislike complicated situations. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Everyone now gets what they want.”

What we want…

The pair glanced at each other, but their gazes were devoid of any happiness.

Neera couldn’t care less about their feelings. She wanted to stand up and leave, but she recalled

something.

She added a few words, “Let me clarify once more. I’m not at all interested in your fortune. Nothing about your family’s wealth, status, or reputation is important to me. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.

“My kids are the same. You don’t have to worry about them claiming your family’s wealth. We won’t touch, desire, or give a single penny of yours.”

Neera felt she had said all she needed to after laying out the facts.

She rose gracefully, and proclaimed, “I’ve made my position clear. Do as you wish.”

Despite Neera’s repeated assurances, they continued to refuse to believe her in the past.

At this point, they finally realized she meant every word.

Wrenn recognized how ridiculous she looked. Her face went from pale to red.

She couldn’t care less about her dignity. Overwhelmed with anxiety, she got up out of her chair and

quickly blurted out, “You won’t stop treating my son, will you?”

Neera sneered coldly. Her eyes were shrouded in a layer of frost.

“Don’t think so lowly of me. My feelings for him have always been genuine. I’m not like you at all. My only wish is for him to get well, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to see that he does.”

Without further delay, she quickly walked out of the room.

Wrenn stood rooted. Her complexion turned white as a sheet, full of misery.

Frederic was at a loss for words. He had a complicated expression and sighed deeply.

After leaving the room, Neera was in a bad mood.

Dispiritedly, she went to the treatment room.

Jean was still in a coma. His breathing was faint, but the sickly paleness was evident on his face.

Seeing this, Neera’s heart ached.

“I’m sorry. I unilaterally annulled our marriage without your consent. I broke our pact.”

She spoke softly, but the only response she received was the room’s silence.

Jean’s condition gradually stabilized over the next two days. His body showed signs of recovery, and the frequency of his episodes decreased.

Neera stopped avoiding his parents. Her demeanor was cold, to say the least, but professional.

In the meantime, Ian was overcome by an eruption of conflicting feelings. He was worried he was

going to bald from stress.

Mr. Beauvort, when are you going to wake up? Your wife will leave you if you remain in a coma any

longer.

Later that day, Neera went back to her house.

When the children saw her, they were overjoyed. They hastened to her side and showered her with

care.

“Mommy, why are you home? Did Uncle Jean wake up? Is he getting better?”

Neera shook her head gently and touched their faces softly. She said, “Not yet, but he’s recovering.

Maybe he’ll wake up in a couple of days.”

“Oh!”

The triplets were a bit disappointed, but their focus subsequently shifted to her.

“Have you eaten yet, Mommy? You’ve put in a lot of effort recently, and it shows. Why don’t we accompany you to eat something before you go to bed? I’ll give you a shoulder massage!”

“And I’ll massage your legs!”

The calmest of the three was Harvey. The boy gently took her hand and inquired, “Mommy, do you

have to return to the research center tonight?”

Neera shook her head and said, “I don’t think so. I want to spend the night at home with you and

I’m exhausted.”

The children were overjoyed and clung to her like glue, constantly following her around.