My Supermodel Wife

Alfred's gaze suddenly sharpened while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

"I'll be right back home. You quickly call Ricky back on behalf of my grandmother!"

"Yes sir!"

After hanging up the phone, Alfred gritted his teeth and flashed a strong killing intent from under his eyes.

No wonder Lilia thought he wanted her life, no wonder her attitude towards him was so different.

Damn you, Ricky! What a cunning trick!

...

When Alfred's white Infiniti left the hotel, Alan was still standing there..

He pondered for a moment, then grabbed the phone and called Jenny with some hesitation.

"Mom, it's me!"

Jenny said in a soft voice and seemed to be in a good mood. "What's up? Have you traveled back from Yogyakarta?"

Alan looked at the cigarette butt in his hand and whispered, "Not yet, but I will soon. Mom… Please tell me the truth, what did Alfred ask last night?"

After that, the phone went completely silent.

"Mom! Can't you tell me what's wrong? Or what kind of cooperation did you make with him?"

Facing Alan's question, Jenny chuckled after falling silent. "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? What kind of cooperation can we make with him? If it wasn't for Mrs. Florence's approval, how could Alfred have gone on his own?"

Alan frowned. "So you're still not planning to tell me?"

Jenny listened to the other end of the phone. She glanced at Jefferson beside her, then said with a slight smile on her face. "Alan, you better not ask about this matter. In short, remember what I said. Whatever happens, don't interfere with the Widjaya family and the Ricardo family's matters."

"As for why Alfred was looking for me, I can only tell you that it has nothing to do with our family. Instead of worrying about other people's business, you must return as soon as possible .Your father and I had to go to the company, so don't talk about it."

Hearing these words, Alan still wanted to ask more questions. But the distinct tone sounded from the speaker of his cell phone.

His face gradually became gloomy, and this feeling of obliviousness made him very unhappy.

At the same time, in the living room of the Hartanto family home, Jefferson held a cigar in his hand. After taking a sip, he narrowed his eyes at Jenny. "Alan called?"

Jenny nodded and put her cell phone on the table. "He sounded very curious about Alfred's visit. I shouldn't have told him this morning."

Jefferson shook the cigar at the tip of his finger. "You're also worried that if our son will stray to the wrong path like him, huh? It's no big deal. It's fine as long as you don't tell him everything."

Hearing this, Jenny shook her head deeply. "The reason why Alfred came to me to ask about Jean's past must be because someone said something."

"He was in a bad mood last night. Even though I had very little contact with him, I had never seen him look so depressed. By the way, why is he suddenly talking about Jean's kidnapping? From my point of view, what role the Ricardos play in this is worth looking further."

Jefferson leaned back on the sofa, placed his cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and nodded at her in the air. "You... Do you still like Jean?! A man like Alfred didn't have many skills or abilities, and they all relied on the glory of their ancestors to live comfortably. No matter how much we talk to him, if he's not qualified, it's useless."

Jenny glanced at Jefferson, and then handed him a glass cup from the table. "You're wrong, I didn't intend to be friends with Alfred in the first place. Have you heard of it? He had been targeting Jean and his family lately."

"Since he took the initiative to ask, of course I have to pour gasoline on this fire. Only in this way could he deepen his frustration. I could see it clearly in his eyes last night."

"Hearing what happened to Jean, Alfred's whole body was like being struck by lightning. In this way, if his conscience finds out that he is no longer targeting Jean, then... the Widjaya family will be indebted to us!"

Jefferson's hand suddenly trembled at his wife's words. His eyes shone brightly, and he smiled and joked. "I know I'm not wrong to make you my wife. That cunning mind of yours is really better than any of them!"

Jenny and Jefferson smiled at each other. Sipping a cup of tea, her eyes are long and deep. "The Widjaya family's debt is more valuable than the Ricardo family's!"

...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the Widjaya family convoy arrived at Minerva Hospital.

On the way home, Lilia and Alice sat in the back seat of the car, while Jean went with the ambulance.

When the convoy appeared at the entrance of the hospital, there were already many doctors in various departments.

When Lilia got out of the car, Alice muttered behind her. "Actually, I think Jack's body is very difficult to heal!"

Hearing that voice, Lilia looked back and saw Alice's sad expression. Then she sighed. "As long as there is hope, we must not give up!"

Upon seeing this, Alice swallowed her disappointment and smiled reluctantly. "What you said is true, come on, let's go in."

In the surgery department of the hospital, Jack is welcomed by the sight of elderly people with special needs.

The head doctors from many departments came to the ward to do a detailed examination for him.

In the waiting room next door, Lilia sat by the window and looked down at the garden downstairs, her thoughts going up and down.

Not long after, her shoulders sank, and a warm palm fell.

She turned her head and met her husband's deep eyes.

"Tired?" The man asked in a deep voice with a slight feeling of pressure, and slightly squeezed his finger on her shoulder.

Lilia got up and shook her head. "I'm not tired, I was chatting with Alice in the car, time flies so fast."

After that, she leaned in slightly and looked into her husband's eyes. After thinking about it, she asked, "Did the second brother tell you something on the way back?"

The man led her to sit down again, sighed and nodded. "He told a little story, it seems like Uncle Hans recognized him when we were in Parma. At that time, he insisted and begged Uncle Hans to help him hide his whereabouts. And in the end, Uncle Hans agreed."

Lilia was shocked and looked at him sadly. "Actually… if he was my brother and the wounds made him look like that, I might not even recognize him."

With this assumption, she tried to shake off the guilt in Jean's eyes.

Now that he knew the truth, he must be very sad that he didn't even recognize his second brother though he had lived in Parma for so long.

The man heard her implicit comfort, and looked at her gently. "Are you worried about me?"

Lilia nodded firmly "Well, I'm really worried, but since you already know how I feel, don't be sad and let's find a solution together!"

Jean stared at her wise appearance, raising his hand to caress her cheek. "There's really no way to reverse the current situation. Instead of thinking about it, it's better if we value our time with him."

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