Chapter 772

Jenny continued, “If only someone could be here with me right now and tell me the past two days were just a nightmare, maybe I wouldn’t feel so helpless. Is everyone around me destined to leave eventually? If I’d known it would end like this, I should have returned to the countryside and lived a simpler life. At least there, people wouldn’t have rejected me because of my background.”

Her words conveyed a deep sense of despair. Rowan, lost in thought, wondered what had transpired in her life over the past couple of days, contemplating her distress.

After showering, Minerva found Rowan engrossed in his phone. “I’m heading out. See you at the courthouse tomorrow.”

She wasn’t sure if he heard her, as he didn’t look up. His attention remained fixed on his screen. Minerva wasn’t concerned; their relationship was strictly transactional—a family alliance. Having had a child, Rowan was free to live as he pleased. However, she herself was battling fertility issues.

Moments later, Rowan heard the door close and snapped out of his daze, realizing Minerva had left. He glanced at the door, then back at his phone. After a brief pause, he dialed a number.

The call was answered immediately.

“Rowan? You finally called me back. I feel like everyone is abandoning me, and I don’t know what to do.” Jenny was surprised he’d called. It seemed he had seen her Messenger message—a gamble she hadn’t expected to pay off.

“What happened?” Rowan’s voice was indifferent.

Jenny’s unease grew. “I… I had a nightmare. I was being bullied and couldn’t fight back. Everyone was blaming me, saying it was all my fault. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. Not even you, Rowan. It felt so real… I was terrified.”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him about last night’s events. She felt tainted, no matter how many times she tried to cleanse herself.

“It was just a nightmare?” Rowan’s tone grew colder.

“Yes, Rowan, it was terrifying. I was really scared.” Jenny’s sobs were audible.

Rowan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Stop being so dramatic, Jenny. If you keep this up, your nightmare might become reality.”

He had been deceived again. With that, he ended the call.

Jenny was stunned. The disconnect echoed in her ear. She couldn’t believe he’d hung up, the cruelty cutting deep. It felt as if he had no understanding of her torment, both physical and emotional. All she wanted was to be with the person she loved, yet even that seemed a transgression. The universe felt relentless in its punishment, pushing her into despair. Rowan, ignorant of her suffering, had only compounded her pain. She wondered if he felt satisfied. And Skylar—if she knew, she’d probably be thrilled, no longer fearing Joe would be taken from her.

Jenny would bear this pain alone.

As Skylar was about to leave work, she received an unexpected call from Jenny.

“Hello?”

“Skylar, you and Joe are never going to happen. Do you even realize that, aside from Mrs. Martin Senior, no one in the Martin family actually likes you?” Jenny spat, anger lacing her voice.

Skylar remained cold and indifferent. “Are you done?”

Jenny continued her angry outburst, but Skylar ended the call and slipped her phone back into her bag. Skylar understood that Jenny was prone to impulsive behavior, but the constant drama was beginning to wear on her patience. She probably ran into some trouble with Joe earlier today and was now taking it out on her. Skylar figured Jenny was erratic. She made her way downstairs a few minutes later to clock out. Just then, a familiar voice called out. It wasn't Jenny; it was Natale.

“So, guess where I am?” Natale’s voice rang with excitement.

Skylar smiled and asked, “Where?”