Than didn’t hear that. He went to get some doctors.

The doctors examined Teresa, gently lifting her eyelids. They guessed she was trapped in a nightmare and said it was best not to wake her up forcefully, as it could frighten her.

“So when will my wife wake up?” Jonathan asked.

“Mr. Lynn, it’s just like when someone’s dreaming. Once the dream is over, she’ll wake up,” the doctor replied.

Jonathan’s frown eased a bit. He finally felt like he could breathe a little easier.

Just as Jonathan was about to take Teresa’s hand, Miriam suddenly rushed in, shouting, “Teresa!”

She shoved Jonathan aside and dashed straight to Teresa.

Miriam was being totally overbearing, not letting Jonathan anywhere near Teresa. She clung tightly to Teresa’s hand, looking super anxious, and hurried to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Just like Jonathan, Miriam anxiously asked the doctors about Teresa’s condition. The doctors explained honestly what was going on.

“Teresa, don’t be afraid, I’m here, and I’ll protect you from now on,” Miriam said, holding Teresa’s hand. With Miriam’s comforting words, Teresa’s emotions gradually settled down, but she still didn’t wake up.

Jonathan stared at Teresa without blinking, his gaze never leaving her for a second.

Michael stayed right by Teresa’s side, sometimes nuzzling his little face against hers, eyes brimming with tears. “Mommy, please wake up, okay? If you sleep too long, you won’t get any taller…” Michael whimpered.

Miriam gently patted Michael’s head, her heart aching for him. She looked at Jonathan and said, “You should go. Mike and I will stay here with Teresa. We’re her real family.”

Jonathan didn’t say a word. He stayed right where he was, refusing to leave Teresa’s side. And then his phone suddenly rang.

Jonathan glanced at the caller ID and frowned. “I’m stepping out for a moment,” he said. He turned to the doctors and added, “If anything happens to my wife, notify me immediately.”

Eason had come to Jarisburg. He was the one who took the initiative to contact Jonathan. The moment Jonathan saw Eason, he punched him right in the face.

Eason, a man in his fifties, stumbled back a step.

“Mr. Kelly!” A couple of bodyguards tried to help him up, but Eason pushed them away. He raised his hand, signaling the bodyguards to back off. “You guys go wait in the car. I need to talk to Mr. Lynn alone.”

“Yes, Mr. Kelly,” the bodyguards replied.

Once only Eason and Jonathan were left in the room, Eason fixed his gaze on Jonathan, whose expression was icy and unyielding.

“Your daughter hired thugs to attack my wife’s brother, deliberately provoked her, and caused her to go into premature labor. I swear, I won’t ever let your family get away with this,” Jonathan said coldly.

Eason gave a knowing “Oh” and said, “I checked with the police. The other guy just had some superficial wounds.”

“Superficial wounds?” Jonathan didn’t buy it. “Just wait for the injury report to come out. Take a good look for yourself and see if it’s really just superficial wounds.”

“The injury report is already out. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to talk to you!” Eason shot back.

“No one’s going to believe that report. I’ll have another assessment done, and I won’t stop until your daughter ends up in jail,” Jonathan said coldly.

Eason was stunned. Lucas had only suffered minor injuries, but Jonathan would never acknowledge that. He never would.

Eason took a deep breath, clenching his fists. “I was ready to call it even. But you just have to make things difficult. Look what you did to my daughter. She’s wrapped head to toe in bandages.”

Thinking about Yalena’s injuries, Eason swung at Jonathan, but Jonathan caught his fist before it could land.