The President's Secret Wife

Chapter 14

Chapter 014 Barret, You’re so Biased

Jenny blinked hard to hold back the tears in her eyes and followed.

It was quiet in the ward. Everything was the best in the top-of-the-line luxury suite.

Barret sat beside Laura. He held her hands tightly in both of his and stared at her with his dark eyes like an affectionate young man.

“Barret, I have something to tell you…”

Jenny was barely halfway through her sentence when he interrupted coldly, “Keep your voice

down and wait for me outside.”

And Jenny had to wait for ten minutes.

It was cold out in the corridor and her hands were freezing and red from standing there for a

while.

When Barret came out, she was rubbing her hands hard.

“Now you can tell me!” He looked at her coldly.

Jenny quickly told him the license plate number and physical features of that man. Then she said, “Now you know the license plate number and information of the driver. He was driving. drunk. It’s a hit-and-run accident, so you can go and report him!”

With that, she turned to leave.

She simply did not have the courage to witness his deep love for another woman again.

It was enough to know.

Why should she have to see it with her own eyes?

It was too cruel.

Yet she had just taken two steps when Barret’s voice suddenly came from behind her. “That’s it? You have nothing to say to Laura?”

Jenny stopped abruptly. She knew what Barret wanted to hear.

But she was not going to say that.

She was not at fault for the incident.

Did she have to be at fault and apologize just because Laura had been injured in the accident?

That’s not how you define right and wrong.

She turned around and looked calmly at Barret with her clear eyes. “So what else do you think I

have to say?”

Then, she said with a self-mocking smile, “I have to apologize to her and say that it’s my fault, or get down on my knees and pray for her forgiveness?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Barret said.

Jenny’s eyes were red and she looked at him with a cold smile. “Barret, you can be biased, but

not this biased.”

“We’re not divorced and I’m still your legal wife. But in your eyes, she is always right and I’m

always wrong in everything, right or wrong, when she and I are on opposite sides?”

“What if I had been the one knocked over in the accident today instead?”

“Barret, would you have asked her to apologize to me?”

One minute.

Three minutes.

All Jenny got was his silence.

Fine, she shouldn’t have asked.

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“There are no what-ifs, Jenny. Laura is the one who got hurt in the accident and you just need to give an apology. It’s not too much for you.”

Not too much, huh?

“Isn’t it?”

She sneered and ignored him, turning to leave without looking back.

Back at home, Jenny had a lot of delicious food cooked in the kitchen.

They said that you could turn your anger and sadness into strength, and that food was the best healing medicine when you were sad.

But she started to retch immediately at the smell of the food and couldn’t wait to lock herself in

the bathroom and throw up in the sink.

When she came out, she didn’t have the slightest bit of strength left in her.

She asked for some of the food that was greasy or smelly to be removed.

In the end, she only ate some plain porridge and pickled radish.

Then, Jenny took a bath and went to bed.

She was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she rested her head on the pillow.

The result of going to bed early was that she woke up at 3 am.

Outside the window, it was as dark as a stack of black cats. She couldn’t see anything in the

darkness.

She reached out to feel the spot next to her, almost habitually.

It was cold on her right hand under the quilt.

And she felt cold, too.

So he hadn’t come back.

Of course, he wouldn’t come back. Laura was injured and he had to watch over her at the

hospital.

Jenny, why did you still expect him to come back when you knew that, Jenny?

Getting up, she put on just a thin shawl and stood by the window.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Soon the rain poured down in torrents, bean-sized drops beating wildly against the window. Jenny immediately went back to bed and huddled herself up under the quilt, feeling scared. Ever since she was a little girl, she had always been afraid of rainstorms, especially when it thundered.

As a child, she used to sleep alone because her mother was a nurse who often had to work the

night shift.

Her father was a grumpy gambler who often hung out and didn’t come home for months. He would come home only to ask her mother for money or to lie on the floor drunk and sleep.

So later on, whenever her mother worked the night shift, she would be locked up at home and sleep alone.

She was extremely scared when there was lightning and thunder.

She would always turn on all the lights and cover herself with the quilt, trying desperately to

recite the multiplication table.

Later, when she was older, she began to sing away her fears.

But after all these years, she was still terrified of thunder and lightning even as a grown-up.

The thunder got louder and louder.

The lightning was like a huge, shining knife that could cleave the entire sky.

Jenny was so frightened.

She hugged herself and gingerly turried on all the lights in the room.

She finally felt better in the bright light.

Back in bed, she immediately covered herself tightly with the quilt and curled up in a tight ball. That was what Barret saw when he came in. All the lights were on, and she was under the quilt

like a kitten, pressing all the edges of the quilt tightly.

He reached out and pulled at the quilt.

Jenny thought it was all in her head, and she immediately moved towards the middle of the bed with the quilt.

But she could still feel someone pulling at her quilt.

Had someone broken into her room?

Was it a burglar or a robber?

It was late at night. Was he trying to rob and kill her?

The more Jenny thought about it, the more frightened she became. She pulled the quilt over her head quickly, trying to hide herself under it.

Meanwhile, a frightened voice whispered from under the quilt, “I’m telling you, I have no money

and I’m no beauty. If that’s what you’re after, you’ll be disappointed.”

Barret suddenly got interested and changed the tone of his voice. “You’re living in such a large villa and telling me you have no money. Do you think I’ll believe you?”

“I’m telling the truth. I don’t have any money, and I’m getting a divorce. Then I’ll leave with

nothing, so you won’t find what you want here. Just leave. If you don’t hurt me, I’ll pretend that nothing has happened.”

“No way. Your husband must have a lot of money. I’ll take you hostage and get whatever I want from him. I’m sure he’ll give me the money.”

With that, Barret tried to pull the quilt off Jenny.

But Jenny was gripping so tightly that it took him a lot of effort to pull it off.

With her eyes closed, Jenny sat up in bed, trembling from head to foot.

She was so scared that she was almost crying when she said, “Please… Please don’t hurt me. I’ll

do anything you…”

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly taken into the arms of the man by a sharp

pull.