Chapter 497

“Alright, I’m heading over now,” Jonathan said, hanging up the phone. Teresa had overheard and said, “Thanks for today. If anything comes up, let me know. I really want to find out if that old lady is actually your grandma. If she is, we should talk.”

Jonathan unlocked his car. “Don’t assume the worst. Get some sleep, and I’ll reach out when I know more.”

“Okay,” Teresa replied, watching as Jonathan drove away.

Gordon had already woken up in the hospital. Irene, Heidi, Edward, Donald, and Jennifer stood by his bedside. When Jonathan arrived, Edward filled him in: “Gordon was just mumbling to Jennifer.”

Jonathan frowned. “What do you mean, mumbling?”

Jennifer said, “I’m not going to demand an apology from someone who isn’t in his right mind. So let’s just leave it at that.”

Irene suddenly cut in, “So, what do you want?”

Jennifer ignored Irene. She looked at Jonathan and said, “Let’s stay out of each other’s way. Don’t mess with my family, and we won’t mess with yours.” Irene thought Jennifer was talking about Teresa, which was exactly what she wanted.

Jennifer added coldly, “If Gordon isn’t stable and you let him out again, and he hurts me or my family, I won’t just sit back and take it.”

Jonathan’s eyes darkened. “Sorry. All this drama is just over a bracelet. It was my grandma’s, and that’s why my grandpa lost it. If we can help him get over it, everything else will be fine.”

Jennifer retorted, “The bracelet was a gift from my adoptive mother. It has nothing to do with your family. If you bother her, I’ll just assume you’re using this as an excuse to pester my sister again.”

Donald was shocked and tugged at Jennifer, clearly unhappy with her bluntness. Irene finally lost it. “Watch your mouth! My son isn’t into her!”

Jonathan cut her off. “Even if I tried to force Teresa to do anything, with her temper, she wouldn’t listen to me anyway.”

“Good,” Jennifer said, turning to leave. Donald followed, fuming because of Jennifer’s harshness.

“I just wanted Irene and her family to know I’m not someone they can mess with,” Jennifer said.

Donald said, “But did you ever think about me? You were so harsh to Jonathan and Irene right in front of me. Now they’ll think I was okay with it. Jonathan’s always been good to me, you know.”

“You just keep giving in to them, and they keep pushing their luck,” Jennifer retorted.

Donald felt completely drained. He wondered, ‘How long is she going to keep going on about this?’

Donald said, “He’s an old man with dementia. He didn’t ruin our wedding on purpose. You’re making things way too complicated. Jennifer, we’re married now—we’re supposed to be a family. Why do you always shut me out?”

Jennifer’s heart sank. “So now you’re blaming me?”

Donald didn’t say another word. He opened the car door for her, and they drove the whole way in silence.

Jennifer noticed he had a new car. He never told her where the money came from, and she never asked. She had her suspicions, but since he never brought it up, she kept quiet too.

Irene was so angry at Jennifer she was about to explode. Heidi kept trying to calm her down, secretly thinking, ‘Thank goodness Jennifer isn’t my daughter-in-law. There’s no way I’d ever agree to that marriage.’

Jonathan was trying to feed Gordon, but he refused, swatting Jonathan’s hand away so hard that the fork crashed to the floor.

“I’ll go get a new one,” Edward said, quickly slipping out of the room.

Heidi looked at Gordon helplessly. “Dad, can you please calm down? You’re scaring us.”

Gordon looked around in confusion, mumbling to himself, “Where’s Fiona?”

Jonathan said, “Eat your food, and I’ll take you to see Fiona.”

Gordon slammed his hand on the bed in anger. “If you don’t bring me Fiona, I’m not eating!”

Jonathan’s voice was low and steady. “If Fiona sees you refusing to eat, she’ll be upset.”

Gordon paused, then turned to Jonathan. “Where’s my food? Give me food. I want to eat.”

Irene and Heidi hurried to bring over a fresh meal. Jonathan patiently fed Gordon, spoonful by spoonful. Once he was full, Jonathan said, “Fiona’s asleep right now. Are you sure you want to go see her?”

Gordon said, “I’ll wake her up.”

Jonathan thought for a few seconds and said, “She doesn’t want you to wake her. I’ll bring her to see you tomorrow.”

With a loud crash, Gordon threw the fork to the floor again. “You’re lying to me!”

Jonathan looked at Gordon calmly. “I have her number. I’ll call her for you, and you can talk to her yourself.”

Gordon suddenly looked nervous. “Fiona’s sleeping. If I call and wake her up, she’ll be upset.”

Jonathan nodded. “That’s why I said you should get some rest first. You’ll see her tomorrow.”

Gordon grabbed Jonathan’s hand. “Give me a haircut. My hair’s too long. I look messy.”

Jonathan agreed, saying he’d get a barber to come by. After settling Gordon, Irene and Heidi exchanged glances, both wondering, ‘Has Jonathan really found Fiona, or was he just saying that to comfort Gordon?’

Jonathan didn’t explain. His phone rang, and he stepped out to take the call. Whatever he heard seemed to put him at ease. He said, “Tell the medical team to do everything they can to help that old lady. I want her awake by tomorrow if possible.”

There was still hope. Jonathan had already brought in the best medical team to treat her, just hoping she could wake up—even if it was only for ten minutes, or half an hour.

Jonathan hurried to another hospital and sat outside the consultation room. Earlier, a doctor had told him that Fiona had moved her fingers that morning, and her eyelids had fluttered a little—clearly, she had a strong will to live. Thankfully, her son-in-law was pretty reasonable. He trusted the medical team Jonathan had put together and agreed to a transfer if it became necessary.

It was late at night, and the hallway was dead quiet. Jonathan was the only one there. The sound of footsteps drew closer, and he glanced over to see Teresa taking the seat beside him.

“Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll stay here and keep watch,” Teresa said.

“No need,” Jonathan replied.

“Seriously, you should try to get some sleep. If she really is your grandmother, I’ll find the best lawyer to make sure Charlie gets a harsher sentence, and we’ll deal with the compensation too.”

Suddenly, Teresa felt a weight on her shoulder. Jonathan had fallen asleep, leaning against her. She lifted her hand, almost reaching out to touch his face, but stopped herself.