Chapter 702
Jennifer would never lower herself to beg Jonathan for forgiveness.
“Mr. Foster, I know I’ve made mistakes before, but I sincerely hope you’ll give me one more chance,” Jennifer pleaded.
“It’s not that I won’t give you a chance, but you’ve left me no choice. Go write your resignation. This is the last favor I can offer,” Vincent said, ushering her out impatiently.
“Mr. Foster!” Jennifer cried out desperately, pounding on the closed door.
Still weak from her recent miscarriage and devastated by the sudden loss of her job, Jennifer nearly collapsed.
A pair of hands suddenly steadied her shoulders from behind.
Recognizing that familiar presence, Jennifer turned and saw Donald’s face. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
With tears welling in her eyes, Jennifer’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Donald…”
Donald stared at Jennifer. Her pallor didn’t escape his notice. He’d overheard every word Vincent said moments ago from the doorway.
“Jennifer, you should resign voluntarily. You’re not cut out for this profession. It’s for the best, for everyone,” Donald said.
“No, I can’t lose everything I have now. I just can’t,” Jennifer cried desperately.
Jennifer pleaded through her sobs and added, “Donald, I’m begging you. Please talk to Jonathan for me. He’s your cousin, isn’t he?”
Anyway, there was no way Jennifer could swallow her pride and beg Jonathan for help. Donald released his grip on her, disappointment clouding his face.
Donald shook his head and said, “Jonathan and I aren’t even in touch anymore, so I can’t ask him for anything. I thought you’d show some remorse, Jennifer, but you’re still so unrepentant. This time, I can’t help you.”
Just as Donald turned to leave, Jennifer desperately grabbed his hand like a drowning woman clutching at her last lifeline.
“I’m pregnant,” Jennifer cried out desperately. Donald froze and whipped his head around to stare at Jennifer.
Jennifer didn’t miss the flash of joy in Donald’s eyes.
Jennifer’s heart twisted in agony. She thought, ‘If only the accident hadn’t happened, the baby would still be here. However, it doesn’t matter. I’m sure Donald and I will have a second child soon.’
At this moment, desperate to keep Donald from leaving, Jennifer knew she had no choice but to keep lying.
“The truth is, the baby was always inside me,” Jennifer said. “I was terrified that if word got out at the hospital about my pregnancy, it would jeopardize my career prospects, so I had no choice but to lie to you.”
Donald exploded in anger, but more than that, he was incredulous. “Is a promotion that important to you? You’re pregnant, and you’d still hide it? Do you even see me as your husband?” he shouted.
“I’m so sorry, Donald. I know I was wrong,” Jennifer said, her voice trembling. “I planned to wait until year-end, after getting my promotion and once the fetal heartbeat was stable, before telling you. Early on, it’s often not stable, so I just…”
“Enough, I don’t want to hear any more of this,” Donald cut her off, his voice thick with anguish and bitter disappointment.
Donald’s voice trembled with anger as he said, “So, you were pregnant when you said so at the wedding, but then you lied to me about it again just for a promotion. Is that what happened?”
Jennifer nodded painfully and pleaded, “Donald, please forgive me just this once. For the baby and our family…”
Jennifer’s hand trembled as she pressed it against her belly.
Donald leaned back, staring at the ceiling in anguish. The weight on his chest was overwhelming. There was no joy, only pain and struggle. But the child was innocent, and with a heavy heart, he chose to accept the baby.
Donald looked at Jennifer, his eyes filled with pain, and said quietly, “If you weren’t pregnant right now, we’d be getting divorced this time.”