Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 3 See Her Mother

Chapter 3 See Her Mother

Layla was wearing a delicate white cashmere coat, and the white pearls on her ears highlighted her

gentle and elegant temperament.

Just the shawl around her neck was worth thousands of dollars. Seeing her, the salesperson hurriedly

approached her. "Mrs. Hill, is Mr. Hill not accompanying you to choose jewelry today?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Mrs. Hill, we have the latest designs in the store, and each one is suitable for you."

"Mrs. Hill, the jade that you asked me to keep has been delivered. Try it on later. It will definitely

complement your skin tone."

The salesperson kept calling her Mrs. Hill. Layla smiled and looked at Avery, her eyes filled with pride,

declaring her victory.

Everyone knew that Jacob doted on her like a precious gem, but they didn't know that Avery was his

legally wedded wife.

Avery clenched her hand into a fist. Why did she have to encounter the person she least wanted to see

at the most embarrassing moment?

Layla asked gently, "If you sell such a good quality ring for cash, you will lose a lot of money."

Avery reached out and snatched the ring box. Her face turned livid. "I'm not selling it."

"Not selling? What a pity. I really like this ring. For the sake that we know each other, I was planning to

buy it at a high price. Miss Adams, you are short of money, aren't you?"

Avery's hand froze in place. Yes, she was very short of money. Layla had taken advantage of this and

trampled on her without any restraint.

The surrounding salespeople tried to persuade Avery, "Miss, this lady is the fiancee of the president of

the Hill Group. Since Mrs. Hill has taken a liking to your ring, she will definitely offer you a good price.

This way, you can get the money without waiting for our processing."

The way they called Layla Mrs. Hill was so sarcastic. Just a year ago, Avery had solemnly told Layla

that she would never get divorced and asked Layla to give up.

But in just a year, Layla's identity had become known to everyone. Avery felt more and more that her

marriage to Jacob was a calculated scheme.

Layla saw her hesitation and smiled brightly. "Miss Adams, name your price."

The smug expression on Layla's face was nauseating. Avery's eyes were cold. "I'm not selling it."

But Layla refused to let go. "Miss Adams, you are at your wit's end. Don't tell me you are still

considering your dignity. If I were you, I would let go without hesitation. Hasn't anyone told you that you

look awful when you pester Jacob desperately?"

"What a ridiculous remark, Miss White. You gain a sense of fulfillment by stealing from me. Since you

like stealing so much, why don't you go rob a bank?"

As the two argued, the ring flew out of the ring box and landed on the ground with a click in a parabolic

arc.

Avery quickly chased after it, and the ring rolled straight to the feet of a pair of exquisite handmade

leather shoes by the door.

Avery bent down to pick it up, and a drop of water fell on her neck, chilling her to the bone.

She slowly looked up and met a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. Jacob was still holding up his black

umbrella, and raindrops fell on her head one by one along the curved umbrella surface.

The delicate black wool coat accentuated Jacob's well-built figure.

Avery stared at him blankly, recalling the first time she saw him. He was twenty years old, standing on

the sunlit playground in a white shirt, as if he was standing on the tip of her heart, forever engraved in

her memories from when she was fourteen.

She was wearing a knitted sweater, and the fluffy texture made her look even thinner. Her chin was

sharp. She seemed to have lost some weight compared to three months ago.

He was noble and unparalleled, while she was humble to the extreme.

Avery's movement to pick up the ring froze, and in that moment of her daze, Jacob lifted his foot and

stepped on the ring, passing by her expressionlessly.

Avery remained in a half-squat position. This ring was personally designed by him according to her

preferences. It was not extravagant but had a unique design. There was only one in the world.

Since he put it on her finger, Avery had never taken it off on any occasion except when washing up.

If it weren't for her desperate need for money this time, she wouldn't have resorted to this. But what she

treasured was considered insignificant trash in his eyes.

He was not stepping on the ring but on all her cherished memories.

Layla smiled and approached him to explain, "Jacob, you're here. I just saw Miss Adams selling her

ring while I was choosing jewelry."

Jacob's cold face did not reveal any emotions. His icy gaze fell on Avery who was suppressing her

rage, and he indifferently asked, "Are you selling this ring?"

Avery struggled to hold back her tears and bit her lip tightly, refusing to let herself cry. "Yes, Mr. Hill, do

you want to buy it?"

Jacob's lips curved into a mocking smile. "I remember you once said how important this ring was to

you. It seems your sincerity is only so shallow. Something without sincerity is just useless to me."

Avery was about to respond when a burning pain in her stomach triggered her nerves. As the tumor

grew larger, the pain went from mild to excruciating.

She looked at the harmonious couple under the bright incandescent light. Layla was dressed in white,

while Jacob was in black. They were like a perfect match made in heaven.

Suddenly, she lost the strength to argue. Even if she gave her heart to a man who no longer loved her,

he would still disregard it.

Avery endured the pain and picked up the ring, slowly returning to the counter to retrieve the box and

receipt.

In front of Jacob, she didn't want to show weakness. Even if she was on the verge of fainting from the

pain, she still maintained a determined pace.

As she passed by Jacob, she blandly said, "Just like you, I used to consider it my treasure, but now it's

just a stone that can be exchanged for money."

Jacob sensed that something was off with her. Sweat trickled down Avery's smooth forehead, and her

face was pale. It seemed that she was desperately enduring the pain.

His large hand suddenly grabbed her arm, and he said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Avery shook off his hand. "It's none of your business."

She didn't look back at him and instead tried her best to straighten her back, disappearing from his

sight.

Jacob stared straight at her departing figure. He abandoned her himself, but why did his heart still

ache?

Avery found a secluded corner and hurriedly took out painkillers from her bag.

She knew that all treatments and cancer drugs would have side effects, so she only bought some

painkillers and regular stomach medicine, which had limited effects.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, she wondered if that was the only way left.

That was the last person she wanted to see, but for the sake of her father, she had to take a chance.

Avery returned home to tidy herself up before taking a taxi to Crescent Hollow.

Over a year ago, her mother called her after returning to the country. They hadn't seen each other in

over ten years, and she didn't know how her mother was doing now.

Avery looked at the luxurious villa. It seemed like her mother had been doing well these years.

After she stated her purpose, the servant led her to the living room where a dignified beautiful lady sat.

Her mother was as gorgeous as she remembered.

"Avy." The lady looked at her.

But no matter how hard Avery tried, she couldn't bring herself to call "mom".