Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 1099

The door of the elevator had long been closed.

Zayne stared blankly at the door of the elevator in silence, like a handsome statue of a God, for a long while.

The number on the screen kept changing. Eamon had probably long reached the lobby, however, it seemed that Zayne did not have any intention of leaving.

His appearance surprised anyone who looked at him.

The nurse who had told them not to make a scene looked at him and felt sorry for him.

He was a very handsome young man. However, his stony face and gloomy temperament gave off a sense of elegance.

People would praise the teenager's attractive appearance. He would definitely grow up to be a charming man.

The nurse smiled coquettishly and comforted him, "Young man, don't be sad. Go home quickly."

Zayne finally came back to his senses. There wasn’t a lot of expression on his handsome face; he just slightly raised his eyebrows, took a look at the nurse, and nodded slightly. He was polite yet distant.

The nurse was startled. She immediately smiled and left without saying anything else.

After a long time had passed, Zayne calmly turned around. The people who were watching him also frantically shifted their gazes as they stared at him with amazement. Zayne's last words were shocking. It was calm and different, yet it did not match his age.

As for Zayne, he did not seem to have cared at all. He quietly walked towards his mother's ward.

The youth was tall, and his figure was slender. Each step he took was steady, and his handsome face carried a type of innate calmness and confidence.

After going back to the ward, Quinn looked at Zayne anxiously and asked, "Zayne, did Eamon stir up a fuss with you outside?"

"No." Zayne denied calmly.

"How is it possible?" Quinn said, "I heard it. He seems to have quarreled with you."

"Mom, no." Zayne was still very calm. "Eamon is good and thoughtful. Mom, you might have misheard."

Seeing her son so calm, Quinn became even more

anxious.

She felt that the calmer her son was, the more worried she felt. In fact, Quinn had already heard it, because Eamon's shout outside was so loud that it was difficult to ignore.

"Zayne, don't hide it from me. I know you don't want me to worry. There's nothing that will break me now." Quinn said softly, "I'm most worried about the two of you. You've grown up and matured now, but I'm even more worried about your brother. He still has a long way to go."

Zayne paused slightly, and after a long while, he nodded and said, "Yes, he hates me because I sent you to the police station to turn yourself in. He feels that I'm too cruel."

As he said this, Zayne looked at his mother with calm and rational eyes.

Quinn was stunned and looked at her son. Seeing that she slightly averted her gaze, he said, "Actually, Mom, you also think that I am wicked and that I have a cruel heart, don’t you?"

Quinn was stunned again. She sighed and said softly, "How can I blame you for this? If I didn't do such a thing, you won't have anything on me even if you wanted to send me to jail."

"I don't hate anyone," Zayne said calmly, his voice low and gentle.

"That's good. Your brother just yelled at you. I also hope that you can forgive him. He is still young. There are some things that he cannot handle as much and as mature as you. In fact, it is also unfair for you. You are only two years older than him."

Zayne shook his head and said, "Mom, you don't have to say it. I don't blame Eamon at all."

Zayne really did not mind his younger brother's attitude.

"That's good. After all, he is your younger brother. You are the closest people to each other in this world. I hope that you can do just fine always."

"Mom, I understand everything you said and didn't."

Quinn looked at her thoughtful older son and smiled gently, saying, "Alright, I know that you are a sensible child and you know what you should and shouldn't do. I am not worried about you as much as I am about your brother. He is still a rather emotional child. Just bear with him and give him a little patience and time. I'm sure he'll come around. Eamon is still very kind."

"Don't worry, Mom," Zayne spoke softly, and there were not too many emotions in his words.

Soon the doctor came to check on Quinn's condition, breaking the silence. The police also followed.

Grace and Heinz were on their way back home. Throughout the journey, Grace had her hands gently on her belly, and her mood was relatively calm.

On the contrary, Heinz had a lot of complaints along the way, but he could not say them. He suppressed them as he looked at Grace. He sighed several times and wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought.

Seeing him like that, Grace turned her head around and whispered, "What's wrong? You kept sighing since I came out of Madam Berkeley's ward. Can you try and smile so that I can maintain a good mood?"