Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 198

"I'm fine." Melody hugged Sharon. "What's wrong with you?"

Sharon was fine just now. Why did her face suddenly turn so pale? She looked as pale as a ghost.

Was there anything scary in the ward?

When Sharon came to her senses, she suddenly grabbed Melody's hand and said, "L-let's get out of here. Let's go."

"Alas."

Melody was pulled away by force.

Sharon looked absent-minded even after they came out of the hospital. Melody said, sounding concerned, "Sharon, it may be a misunderstanding. Just now in the ward, your husband and that woman didn't do anything inappropriate. Nothing happened. Maybe it was me who misunderstood."

Melody now regretted calling Sharon and asked her to come over. "Maybe they're just friends. Seeing is not always believing, isn't it?"

Sharon's lips quivered as if she wanted to say something, but she finally held it back.

Melody held her weak body and said, "Let's go back and ask them face to face. It must be a misunderstanding..."

"No, it's not a misunderstanding... Melody, I want to go home," Sharon covered her face and said.

How could it be a misunderstanding? It was Rebecca. She might misunderstand any woman, but not Rebecca.

She was his first love, his fiancee, the woman who took a bullet for his mother, and the woman he would remember for the rest of his life!

Sharon seemed to be in a bad state as if her soul had left her body. Melody was shocked and did not dare to say anything more. She helped her to leave immediately.

In the ward.

Stanley received a phone call from the Lofrana. It was from his mother, Ember Jones. The two of them chatted on the phone for a while.

Ember said that she wanted to see her son's wife.

After all, she was a mother. Even if she was not in good health, she wanted to see if her daughter- in-law could take good care of her son.

Hearing Ember's determination of wanting to meet Sharon, Stanley pondered for a moment and said, "Take a rest first. I'll tell her when I get home. Then I'll find some time to take her to see you."

Ember was overjoyed and her face was much more ruddy. She said, "Tell me when you've made up your mind."

"Okay." Stanley also smiled.

Ember was a little breathless. "I've seen the photos. She's a lovely little girl, but she's too young. I'm afraid that she doesn't know how to take care of you."

As a mother, no matter how old her son was, she always hoped that someone could take care of her son in the future.

Stanley's low and hoarse laughter came out of his throat. "She may be young, but she is quite sensible and obedient. I don't need her to take care of me. She just needs to take care of herself."

Ember felt the profound affection coming from the other end of the line. A smile spread in her eyes. "As long as you're happy."

Stanley raised his head and looked out of the window. His eyes were green and full of vitality. There was a trace of a smile in his eyes. "Yes, I am."

Although he spoke in a low voice, Rebecca could hear him clearly. She pressed her lips together and clenched her fists tightly under the quilt. The corners of her eyes were scarlet-red.

Liam went straight to the Jones residence from Rebecca's place. He parked the car under the parasol tree in the yard, took out a cigarette, and smoked silently.

He turned off the car engine, and everything in the car was dark and gloomy. Only a flash of smoke flashed between his fingers.

Looking up at the bedroom on the second floor, Liam narrowed his eyes, took a deep drag on the cigarette butt, opened the door, and popped out the cigarette butt with his slender fingers. He lifted his foot and ran it over.

When the housekeeper saw Liam coming back, he hurriedly gestured for the servant to bring out a pair of indoor slippers. "Mr. Frazier, you're back."

Liam changed his shoes, and his eyes were somewhat leisurely. "Where is the old man?"

"Mr. Jones is in the study."

"Did he say that he doesn't want to be

disturbed?"

"No."

Liam nodded. "Then get out of my way."

"Okay." The housekeeper bowed and retreated to one side.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Liam pushed open the bedroom door and entered. A man, who was nearly 60 years old, was sitting in front of his desk in a suit. Although Isai Jones was old, the tall and straight figure from his youthful self could still be clearly seen on him.

Isai looked up and frowned inadvertently. "Why didn't you knock on the door before you came in? No manners."

Liam strode to the front of the desk, putting his hands on the table, and said condescendingly, "Rebecca is not dead?"

Stanley raised his eyes slightly and his expression did not change. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You arranged for Rebecca, who was shot, to feign death seven years ago, and then secretly sent her out of the country. She has been trapped abroad for the past few years. Aren't these true?"

Isai put down the black pen in his hand. "Who told you these?" This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Is it important? I just want to ask you, why did you do that?"

Isai drummed his fingers on the desk. Although he was old now, he couldn't bear to see his son climb on his head so disrespectfully. The gears in his mind rotated and became clear. "Has

Rebecca come back?"

Otherwise, how could Liam know this secret?

Only when Rebecca came back, the past would be exposed.

Liam felt the throbbing sensation coming from his temple. He didn't expect that this old man did all these.

"I'm a little curious. What exactly did she tell you?" Isai looked at him. "What else did she tell you?"

Liam pursed the corners of his mouth. "Is there anything else she hides from me?"

Isai leaned back and said, "You tell me."

Liam narrowed his eyes. After a while, he smiled and said, "You are so calm. It seems that you have known that Rebecca will come back sooner or later."

"She's a living and able-bodied adult. I can't trap her forever."

"Why did you arrange for her to be dead?"

"She was too ambitious and wanted to marry into the Jones Family, but she was not qualified at all." There was a hint of gloom rising from the end of the eyes of Isai's eyes. "I can't tolerate her for wandering between my two sons with the tricks in her hands!"

Liam raised his eyebrows. "Since she doesn't deserve to marry into the Jones Family, what about Sharon Cruz? How could you turn a blind eye and let Stanley marry Sharon?"

Isai lowered his wrinkled eyes that were filled with complex emotions. "I have my own plans."

Frowning, Liam began to be suspicious and skeptical.

It was a little unusual for the old man to say so. Was there any purpose behind Stanley's marriage with Sharon?

"Since you're back, stay here for tonight. Come with me to the cemetery tomorrow to visit your mother."

Isai opened his mouth and said slowly, his voice softening a little.

Liam stiffened and sneered, "My mother died for no reason in those days. As a husband, you don't avenge her. Do you think you have the right to visit her?" "You..." "If I want to visit my mother, I will go on my own. I don't need you to accompany me."

After Liam finished speaking, he turned around and strode away.

Isai sat on the chair and pursed his lips into a thin line. After a while, he pressed the phone and called put, "Oscar."

The butler quickly came up. As he saw the man standing in front of the window, he greeted respectfully, "Mr. Jones."

"Rebecca is back. Go check on her and see who she has been in contact with recently." Isai narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark night. "Find her and invite her to talk to me."

"Yes."