They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Brian wasn’t the kind of man who would walk away from his child, especially not one carrying the rams he guarded on carabiky

And honestly, Jessica wasn’t sure she could handle hearing the truth spoken aloud.

“Why can’t you just ask him?” Sana pressed. “What if there’s just been a misunderstanding? Jesi, you don’t actually hate him that much do post if yo two could just clear things up, maybe…”

“No way!” Jessica snapped, her voice sharp as a whip.

“There’s no chance. None. Don’t say another word. I mean it, Sana, I don’t want to hear any more. Just got

Sana froze, stunned by the sheer force of Jessica’s reaction.

But Jessica had already shut out everything around her. Rage and grief surged through her at once, so intense they nearly choked her. Her chest tightened as if the weight of it might crush her.

Gripping the edge of the desk, she bent over, gasping desperately for air.

“Jessi?” Sana rushed forward, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

“Oxy… the tank…” Jessica managed between ragged breaths, pointing weakly to the oxygen cylinder by the desk.

Sana rushed over, fumbling to turn it on.

Jessica clutched the mask, inhaling deeply, over and over, until her breathing began to steady.

Sana’s forehead was drenched in sweat.

“Are you okay now? Maybe you should go to the hospital, just in case.”

Jessica shook her head. “No need. Just… shortness of breath. It’s common during pregnancy. A bit of oxygen helps. I’m sorry I scared you. I lost control..

Now calmer, she realized how harsh she’d been and blushed with guilt.

“It’s fine, seriously,” Sana reassured her at once. “I was the one who said something dumb. If anyone deserved to be snapped at, it’s me. Don’t worry about it.”

Jessica, clearly exhausted, simply nodded and closed her eyes to rest.

Sana stayed close by for a while, keeping watch until she was sure Jessica had stabilized. Only then did she quietly leave the office, phone in hand.

Two missed calls were already waiting on the screen.

Just as she stepped into the hallway, the phone rang again with the same number.

Sana glanced at it, hesitated, then answered, thinking of Jessica’s condition.

“Wesley? You’re calling about Jessi, aren’t you?” she said without waiting for a greeting.

Wesley was slightly taken aback by the directness, but it was why he’d called, so he didn’t question it.

“Yeah. How has Ms. Grant been doing lately?”

Now certain of his intentions, Sana didn’t hang up. She returned to her own office, concern etched across her face.

“Honestly? It’s bad. Just now she had a full–on episode. Could barely breathe from the emotional stress. And lately, she’s been spacing out more, her

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mood swings are getting worse…

“Wesley, it’s getting serious, isn’t it?”

There was a pause. Then Wesley answered, his voice low. “Yes.”

“Then don’t just say ‘yes‘. Do something!” she snapped, frustration bubbling up.

Wesley let out a breath. “I’ve already suggested solutions, but Ms. Grant refuses to cooperate. I can’t force her, Sana.”

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