Chapter 122: Trap Set for Me

Seeing Jack's expression, I mockingly clapped my hands. "Mom and Dad Bradley should check if the hospital made a mistake when they sent me home. Maybe you two are the real siblings."

My smile remained as I finished and observed Jack's stricken face. "But you wouldn't be happy to hear that, would you?"

Jack immediately caught the sarcasm, glancing nervously at Elsa. Seeing her lack of reaction, he sighed in relief. I watched this tense moment, closing my eyes briefly. He was still upset about the revelation of their ulterior motives. However, Elsa had known for a long time about Jack's feelings for her; she'd cleverly used this to her advantage. Otherwise, her clumsy methods would have gotten her dismissed long ago.

As Jack finally quieted, I turned to Elsa. "I'm getting a divorce from Jeremiah. Isn't this what you want? Once we're divorced, you can meet him at the city clerk's office after the courthouse proceedings."

Elsa's eyes flickered with excitement, but she quickly shook her head. "No, Jane, it's not like that. I've been meeting with Jeremiah to convince him to reconcile with you. I want you two to get back together."

I looked away, gazing out the window. "It's pointless." As long as Elsa and I were involved with a third person, her pretense would continue. Her behavior was infuriating.

Thankfully, the drive was uneventful, and we soon arrived at the villa. Jeremiah stood at the door, apparently waiting. After exiting the car, he approached me, but his gaze kept drifting towards Elsa. When he finally faced me, he said, "You know my mother's health isn't good. You'd better know your place."

He was clearly here to warn me. After Quinton's humiliation last time, he'd sent his mother, Beata Wade. Beata, who'd been unwell, was now tasked with speaking to me.

Beata had been one of the kinder Cornels towards me. Since marrying Jeremiah, she'd never used her position to make things difficult. She'd even have the kitchen prepare some of my favorite dishes. She'd often taken me to high-society events. But these small gestures couldn't compensate for the significant issues between Jeremiah and me. Whenever we conflicted, she always sided with him, urging me to be patient.

I understood; she was his mother. I treated her with the respect due an elder.

"I don't need you to say that," I replied calmly, lifting my head to meet his gaze, which immediately returned to Elsa. "By the way, Elsa just said that if we don't divorce, she'll agree to never see you again."

Elsa froze, her face paling. She wanted to explain but withdrew her gaze, finally pressing her lips together in aggrieved silence.

Jeremiah snorted coldly. "Even if she said that, it's because of you. The company needs Elsa. We can avoid each other privately, but professionally, we can't escape." He gave me a haughty look. "If you don't want a divorce, just say it. No need for all this drama. As long as your attitude is sincere, I might still forgive you."

I watched his retreating figure, shaking my head. Who could wake him from his delusion?