Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1385

Jenna said nothing; Hansen kept quiet too. Since Marissa refused to listen, he simply led Jenna out of her room. Marissa was so furious that her whole body was trembling as she scolded Jenna.

Hansen did not like Marissa insulting his wife, so he stopped in his tracks, but Jenna immediately tugged him, telling him to let it go. However, Marissa's anger only grew. If it weren't for Jenna, none of it all would've happened.

"No need to shed crocodile tears. I'm not dead yet; drop the act."

Marissa roared at Jenna like a madman, and it pained Hansen to see his mother behave so.

"It breaks my heart to call you my mother."

With that, Hansen left with Jenna with a grim face. Jenna tried hard to pull him back, but she couldn't stop him at all.

After leaving Ink Garden, Jenna tried to talk some sense into Hansen. However, Hansen's temper only grew with age. Ignoring her, he booked their flight to Everland and went straight.

Jenna sighed, "Do you have to do this?"

Jenna was still nagging at Hansen even when they arrived at the airport. Hansen and Marissa were mother and son, after all.

Hansen leaned against the side and called his father as they waited for their flight.

The call went through, but he hung up immediately, not saying anything.

Trevor was silent for a while before he put his phone down. After some thought, he called a servant, "Call my wife and tell her I'm ill."

Trevor's words got the servant silent.

The servant looked at the man who was as tough as old boots and baffled at the fact that he was ill.

Trevor got up and went upstairs, took a few changes of clothes, and went straight to get himself admitted into the hospital.

Marissa's heart skipped a beat when she received the call, then fainted. It wasn't until five in the afternoon when she regained consciousness. As she was still feeling dizzy, Stella stayed by her and took care of her.

"Grandma Marissa."

Seeing that Marissa had woken up, Stella hurried to inquire about her well-being. However, Marissa was occupied with the thought of Trevor being admitted to the hospital. After feeling distressed for some time, she finally got up and made a call home.

As soon as a servant answered the phone, Marissa immediately asked, "Where's my husband?"

She tremored as she spoke. Immediately, the servant said, "He went to the hospital."

"Why did he go to the hospital? Wasn't he doing just fine? What happened?" Not only did she sound shaky, but even her arm was trembling a little.

"We don't know either; just that Old Master Richards calmly packed some clothes and told us he was going to the hospital. He has already admitted himself there."

The servant's words got Marrisa on tenterhooks. What illness was it that he could be so calm?

Marissa closed her eyes. Stella called her several times, but she seemed to have not heard it and kept silent.

"Stella, I have to go back to A City. The servants here can take care of you."

Marissa got out of bed, wiped her tears, and packed some clothes, silent the entire time. After she got to the airport, she flew straight back to A city that day.

As Marissa was leaving, Stella asked to follow her, but Marissa shook her head. "No, I can't take care of you."

Marissa left after that, leaving Stella on her own.

Marissa cried the entire flight. With no one beside her, she felt exceptionally lonely and miserable.

After getting off the plane, she took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

Trevor reminisced what Marissa was like when she was young, fiery, and as capable as men.

It was a pity that she changed as she aged. It wasn't that she had turned awful but unreasonable.

Trevor was well aware that Marissa had become so because everyone in the family put her first. Any slight dissatisfaction would make her unhappy.

She wasn't any different from a child. Spoiled!

"Marissa dear." Trevor was used to calling her so. Although they were old, he felt that nothing had changed even after a few decades together.

It was his business to address her how he pleased; it had nothing to do with anyone.

Not his son nor his grandson could tell him otherwise.

When Trevor called out, Marissa immediately became quiet. Even though she was angry, she wouldn't lash out at Trevor.

She turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? I'll contact world-renowned leading experts right away. I'll get them to check on you; you'll be fine."

He shook his head. "It's noisy here. Tell them to leave; I want to be alone with you."

Blushing, it was music to her ears.

She then ordered everyone out. Resigned as they left, it was apparent Marissa was the one making a fuss.

However, she had indeed quieted down after everyone left. She sat by Trevor's side as she held his hand and asked many questions.

Trevor was truly exhausted, and he didn't want to talk too much with Marissa. If he spoke, she wouldn't stop, so knowingly, he kept quiet.

He would only shake his head at her questions, not answering. Thinking he was chronically ill, she laid on his body and sobbed.