Chapter 591
Chapter 591:
If the maid dared to step closer, Jenessa’s trembling would intensify, her eyes wide with panic.
Word of her condition quickly reached Richard, who set aside his work without hesitation and rushed to her side.
“Jennie, what’s wrong?” Richard asked as he entered the room, his concern palpable. He pushed past the maids, making his way to the bedside.
His heart ached at the sight of her huddled in the bed, fear etched into her features.
Hearing Richard’s familiar voice, Jenessa slowly emerged from her fog of fear. Her eyes, glistening with tears, locked onto his.
“Nick…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, quivering with vulnerability.
“I’m here,” Richard replied softly, kneeling beside her.
“You don’t need to hide p>
With a shaky breath, Jenessa lowered the blanket, revealing her face filled with tears. The terror in her eyes was raw, a haunting reminder of the trauma she had endured.
Richard felt a dull ache in his chest as he watched her, her fear so palpable it seemed to fill the room.
Suppressing his emotions, he offered her a gentle smile and beckoned her over.
“Come on, don’t hide there. You’ll feel better p>
Jenessa sniffed and cast a wary glance at the maids standing a little distance away.
Richard noticed her apprehension and reassured her.
“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you. Trust me p>
Hearing his words, Jenessa relaxed slightly and slowly moved closer to his side.
Richard reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, his touch gentle and soothing.
“You haven’t eaten anything,” he coaxed softly.
“You might be able to bear it, but the baby can’t. Be good, eat something, okay p>
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He took a bowl of oatmeal from a maid.
After everything that had happened, the oatmeal was no longer hot—it was at the right temperature. Scooping some with a spoon, he brought it to Jenessa’s lips.
Realizing how hungry she was, Jenessa finally calmed down and opened her mouth to eat.
The maids breathed a collective sigh of relief, their tension visibly easing.
“Thank goodness! Mr. Lloyd, you’re the only one Ms. Wright trusts,” one maid remarked, her voice filled with admiration.
“Is that so?” Richard replied softly, his tone ambiguous.
Jenessa looked up at him, taking another spoonful.
Richard smiled, patiently feeding her until she finished the bowl. Then, with gentle care, he wiped her mouth, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her fears.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Richard assured her, his voice steady and comforting.
“Everyone here works for me, and no one will dare hurt you. I’ll protect you and the baby, don’t worry p>
Jenessa’s eyelashes fluttered as she slowly nodded, the fear in her eyes giving way to fragile trust.
Seeing her begin to calm down, Richard handed the empty bowl to a maid and instructed the others to leave.
“Your father has been arrested,” Richard said gently, gauging her reaction.
“Normally, he would face charges, but it’s up to you. If you choose to forgive him, he won’t be severely punished—he’ll get away with a warning p>
Jenessa’s expression hardened, her eyes steely with resolve.
“No way. I’m completely disappointed in him. I have no attachment left.” Her voice softened as she pressed her lips together.
“I kept giving him chances, hoping he still cared about me, but he only saw me as a pawn p>
Richard nodded, understanding the weight of her decision.
“I expected you to decide that way, so I’ve hired the best lawyer p>