Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1699

Trevor took a few steps forward. "It's because I was too mindful of you that you turned out like this. You should practice restraint. No matter how bad Raeleigh is as a person, she's miserable enough as it is. How can you treat her like that? She's the one who has given Jerry a child, so which part of her now that you can't stand?" Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The human heart was still made of flesh and blood. No matter how good-tempered and tolerant they were, they would be worn down the moment they met Marissa.

Trevor couldn't imagine that the obedient and sensible young Marissa from before, would become like this now.

To even begin to envy a young girl.

Back when she was still young, Trevor had assumed that any woman would have a little bit of a temper when they're faced with something incomprehensible, but look at what happened now.

This was not just her being bad-tempered.

The older they got, the more prominent the flaws they had since young would be.

This was especially so during this incident and

Trevor felt inexplicably disappointed.

No matter how things were, Marissa was the matriarch of the Richards family. She actually went to her grandson's residence and tore off her granddaughter- in- law's clothes. What kind of situation was that?

At first, Trevor surmised that as long as she was willing to apologize, there would be room for maneuver in this matter. However, based on what happened, Marissa would definitely not eat a

humble pie and apologize.

Trevor had lost all confidence in Marissa. No matter what he did or said it was always the same and she wouldn't care. Therefore, Trevor decided to save his breath.

He glared at Marissa and declared, "From today onwards, I won't let you leave my side, not even for half a step. You'll stay here with me and we'll grow old together."

"You..."

Marissa straightened up from the bed. "Do you know who it was that wanted to tear my clothes off? She is someone from the Whalen family."

Trevor couldn't even smile, much less laugh. With that said, Marissa even went on to say. "If you don't go for the preemptive strike, then are you just going to wait for them to come to you?"

"That's my business. I won't settle accounts with the Whalen family like this. I don't need you to mind so much,"

Every word she spoke seemed like it came from a different person. It's not that Trevor didn't know what type of character she was, it's just that to this day he hadn't dared to believe that someone like her could change so drastically and become a stranger that he couldn't recognize at all.

"I'll stay here and keep watch over you. Until you have recovered, you're going nowhere. Jerry was right. You're insane and quite chronically at that."

Reese stood next to Marissa while Trevor made his proclamation, her brows furrowed as she observed the woman on the bed.

Marissa sneered. "All of you, every single one of you nasty people, always want to harrass me."

In the middle of her tirade, Trevor had received a call from Rayan.

Noting Rayan's caller ID, Trevor had a thought. He stood up and looked at Reese across from him, "Take care of her." he instructed.

Reese nodded and Trevor walked out of the room.

When she realised that Trevor was leaving, Marissa immediately yelled a few words in his direction but Trevor ignored her.

The moment he was out, Trevor looked around and finally sat on a chair in a corridor and accepted the call.

"Rayan?"

Trevor's voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, neither arrogant nor brash.

After all, he was old. To put it bluntly, he ate more salt than Rayan could walk.

He knew the reason for Rayan's call.

Sure enough, Rayan apologized first. "Mr. Trevor, I would like to give my apologies, this is a misfortune from our family."

Trevor found it laughable. Whose family exactly got struck with misfortune?

"Rayan, let bygones be bygones. I'm very much aware of how it happened. Don't let Hansen know about this, otherwise, I won't have any place to put my face. I knew about this beforehand, Jerry had told me before that she had mental problems. I thought it was ridiculous, so I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect so much trouble to come from it. This time, I'm really ashamed.

Don't worry. I won't let her find any trouble with that child. The Richards family wouldn't put this to heart either. All in all, this wasn't that child's fault. If it wasn't for her, who knows how Raeleigh would have turned out. You know as well as I do that I like Raeleigh a lot. However, there's just too many things going on and now this...for you to see this, you must think it's a joke."

Rayan eyed his beloved wife, Hannah Adames, at his side. This time, the family presented a united front against those outside their circle. Even though their relationship was good, some things are no longer the same.

"Sorry to worry you like this," he replied.

"This worry is not because of you. It's all because I didn't manage things well. All right, we'll stop here. I would like to take a rest. At my age, my body isn't what it used to be."

Trevor disconnected the call. Rayan also put down the phone and Hannah immediately asked, "How is it?"

"How else can it be? Of course, it's better to avoid trouble, let alone this kind of thing. But you know Rossie's temper; the more riled up she is, the more explosive she will be." he sighed.

"Marissa used to bully Jenna a lot back when she was younger. I didn't expect that now she would start to bully Raeleigh too. She could even do something as absurd as this, isn't it better to teach her a lesson and take her down a peg or two?"

Hannah's take on this incident was obvious. She was clearly siding with Rossie. Excluding the fact that she wasn't in the wrong, even if she was, it still wouldn't be wrong.

As she conversed with Rayan who was leaning back on the couch, their two grandchildren stood on each side of them happily munching on their snacks.

The two toddlers were very quiet as they watched the interaction between the two adults.

The eldest, Heitor, was more perceptive. After all, what he needed to do most of every day was indulge his younger brother and listen to him.

Nothing has changed when it comes to Hannah's teaching methods. She had taught Zorion and Deanna when they were children themselves, and now she passed down the same concept to her grandchildren.

Her family had long since been accustomed to it and did not care.

The two toddlers watched and listened, knowing that their grandmother was unhappy.

Rayan glanced at the two children. "Even so, she can't go too far. Contact Rossie later and ask her to make a call to the Richards family and apologize."

"No, I still don't think she's wrong. Why must this be done?" "What nonsense!"

"Do you want to say that again?"

Rayan shut his mouth and looked at his beloved wife. This wife of his was also quite strict.

Everything was fine when she didn't speak. The moment she did, he couldn't say anything otherwise.

In the middle of this deadlock, the two children made their escape first.

Each of them grabbed a piece of fruit, but as their hands were so small, by the time they ate the fruits squashed in their tiny fists, it had turned sour. Their chubby little faces scrunched up at the taste, which would make anyone at a loss on whether to cry or laugh at them.

The two children wandered off, hence Hannah ordered someone to watch over them while the husband and wife had their discussion.

The two children then returned to the room, took the mobile phone that was on the bed and dialed their uncle Zorion's number.

It didn't take long for Zorion to pick up the call and ask after them.

"Grandpa wants Aunt Rossie to apologize, but grandma won't allow it."

In any case, they actually didn't know what was going on. The servant stood by the door and didn't dare to get involved. Although they're just small children, their standing in the Whalen was more important than anyone else's.

They're equivalent to precious pearls in Hannah's hands.