My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 724

Chapter 724 

‘Why was he so quick to seek death? Why didn’t he think about the son he still had? Did he know that if he died, what it would mean to Jason who was still so young at the time? 

‘Did the man really think that sending Jason back to the Reed family was the best choice? He forgot that a child needs a 

father. 

Jason had already lost his mother’s company, but then he lost his father too.’ 

He had to stay in such a house at such a young age, accompanied by a grandfather who hated the other half of his blood!’ 

She could almost imagine how he had walked on eggshells when he was a child. 

In this mansion, there was no such thing as affection between two generations, only a child’s struggle to survive! 

Grace walked step by step through the front hall and into the 

inner room. 

The interior was the same as what she had seen previously 

with Jay’s father’s memorial tablet on the altar. 

However, now, the tall figure stood motionless like a sculpture before the memorial tablet. 

His back was straight, and the dim light of the lamp fell upon him. The brightness interlaced with darkness. 

The loneliness he exuded right now seemed to shut off everything around him. 

It was as if he was the only person left in his world! 

Grace’s nose suddenly felt a little sore, but she could not tell why she was feeling this way-Why she felt as if there was an invisible gap between Jason and her. 

However, they were the closest! 

“Jay!” she cried out, her voice ringing clearly in the silent room. 

The tall body trembled a little before he slowly turned around. His ink-like eyes seemed to be staring at her with some sort of silent emptiness. 

Suddenly, Grace felt as if her heart had skipped a beat. 

It was like the look in his eyes when she first met him. 

It was as if he did not care about anything, not even himself. 

“Jay!” she cried out again, with a touch of tension and uneasiness. 

The cry brought him back to his senses, and the dead silence in his eyes gradually faded and was replaced by his usual gentle eyes. 

“Why are you here?” he muttered, but with an indescribable 

weariness. 

“I should be the one to ask you that. Why are you here so late at night?” she asked. Besides, it was not some special day! 

As she spoke, she came up to him. She raised her hand and touched his cheek gently, feeling the coolness on his cheek. 

It was already July, and the air conditioner here was not on. Even if was at night, 

it was still hot and stuffy, but he was distinctly chilly. 

“I couldn’t sleep and thought of coming here,” he said.