After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 11

About twenty minutes later, Jeffrey returned.

He wore a simple white shirt that made his handsome features stand out. With his money, power, and looks, it was no wonder people found themselves

attracted to him.

“Jeffrey..” Andrea’s hands tightened at her sides. Her eyes were full of regret as she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Jeffrey approached her and gently pinched her cheek in an affectionate gesture. “There’s no need to apologize when everything is fine between us,” he reassured her.

“I shouldn’t have tried to pay Rebecca to leave,” Andrea admitted, avoiding his gaze out of nervousness. “She’s your wile and Samuel’s mother, and I’m truly sorry for what I did.”

Jeffrey pulled her into a warm embrace and spoke with unusual tenderness, “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.”

Both Andrea and Rebecca found themselves equally confused by this unexpected turn of events.

“This happened because I failed to make you feel secure in our relationship, Jeffrey spoke in a comforting tone as he released her from the hug “Next time, just talk to me. You don’t ever have to lower yourself like this again

Andrea was completely caught off guard. “You really don’t blame me?” she asked.

“I don’t, Jeffrey replied calmly.

“Thank you, Jeffrey I promise I won’t do anything like this again,” Andres said, the relief evident in her voice as she realized he was letting it go.

Stl, she understood that his words had been meant for Rebecca’s ears, and that last part was definitely a quiet warning for her too..

“Victor,” Jeffrey called, not even glancing Rebecca’s way.

Victor was at his side instantly. “Mr. Hanson, what do you need?”

“Revoke all of Rebecca’s access to the house, Jeffrey ordered. “That means room codes, security cameras–everything.”

“Right away,” Victor replied, already moving to make it happen.

Within minutes, Rebecca’s access was completely wiped. All the codes were changed, and the camera feeds were cut off. From now on, she’d need Jeffrey’s direct approval just to stop through the door.

“I apologize for any inconvenience Andrea may have caused you,” Jeffrey said as he pulled out 50 dollars. “Consider this compensation for your trouble. Since no actual harm was done, this should be more than sufficient,”

Rebecca was too stunned to even be angry. She knew Jeffrey might give her a hard time, but this kind of humiliation caught her completely off guard.

“Keep it,” she said, her voice even. She looked at they like they were idiots. “You need it more than I do. Use it to get your heads checked–maybe then you’ll figure out what’s wrong with you.”

She didn’t wait for a response, turning to head upstairs and grab her bag

Andrea’s face flushed with anger at the insult, so started to complain to Jeffrey, but when she looked at him, she found his eyes, fixed on the staircase where Rebecca had disappeared. There was something in his expression she’d never seen before.

It looked like admiration, or perhaps pride–imilar to how a parent fell when the obedient child suddenly stood up for themselves.

“Jeffrey,” Andrea called out to him in a soft voice.

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Chapter 11

Jeffrey turned his attention to her, his expression now completely neutral. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she said, knowing better than to push further.

Moments later, Rebecca came downstairs with her bag. She stopped beside Jeffrey, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “So, are we doing the usual bag check today? Or are you gonna wait until I’m out the door to accuse me of stealing again!”

“No need,” Jeffrey said, surprisingly letting it go. trust you’re on your best behavior.”

Rebecca walked out without another glance in his direction.

The moment she left, Jeffrey’s phone buzzed with a text from Timothy. [Mr. Hanson, we have a situation with Ms. Jensen’s mother.]

At the same time, Rebecca received a call from the hospital

“Ms. Jensen? Your mother’s taken a turn for the worse. We need to prep her for surgery. You need to get here right away to sign the consent forms,” Timothy said urgently.

Rebecca raced to the hospital, her hands still shaking from that terrifying phone call

She rushed into the doctor’s office, her voice tight with worry. “Dr. Johnson, how’s my mom?”

“She’s stable for now. But she needs surgery, Timothy said, handing her the chart.

He explained gently, “It’s a high–risk procedure. If it works, she could wake up in a few weeks. If not… she might never breathe on her own again.”

Rebecca’s hands clenched around the medical chart, her heart pounding hard.

“Without the surgery,” Timothy continued softly, “she won’t make it through the month.”

“Do it,” Rebecca said without hesitation. “Save her. I don’t care what it costs.”

Timothy hesitated. He’d heard about the tension between Rebecca and Jeffrey–the whole hospital was buzzing with rumors. There was no way she

could afford this surgery on her own.

“You’ll need to come up with the money in the next few days. We’re looking at least 150 thousand,” Timothy said gently, noticing how worried she looked. “And if things take a turn, that number could go up.”

Rebecca felt her heart drop as she heard the amount.

“I’ll make it work,” she said, the words heavy with the weight of what she was promising. Her mother would get this surgery, no matter what it took. “Just please help her.”

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should sign these consent forms, Timothy said, handing her the paperwork. “This way, I can move quickly if anything changes.”

She took the form and signed without hesitation. But her hand trembled so badly that she could barely hold the pen.

Noticing her distress, Timothy hesitated before offering. “If you can’t come up with the money, you could always talk to Mr. Hanson. You’re still legally married, and he has some responsibility here.”

Rebecca stayed quiet, her mind racing. He’s already blocked me from getting a jobs. Why would he pay now? Ho probably enjoys seeing me struggle aher

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