Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 43 Where Did You Get That Necklace?

"You can just call me by my name," Yvonne said politely.

Jacqueline straightened her wig. "No, I couldn't possibly do that. I'll just call you Miss Frey. I'm Jacqueline Conrad."

"I know."

"You know me?" Jacqueline looked surprised.

Yvonne's eyes flickered, "Well... I've read on the internet that you are a very well-known ballerina."

"I see," Jacqueline had a hint of pride in her eyes when she heard the compliment, but she spoke modestly. "It's all thanks to the fans. Have a seat, Miss Frey."

"Thank you," Yvonne said, then sat down on the chair beside Jacqueline’s bed. "I heard from Hen... Mr.

Lancaster that you would like to meet me, Miss Conrad. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fortunately, Yvonne caught herself in time before she made the mistake of addressing Henry by his first name.

Jacqueline didn't seem to notice anything strange in Yvonne's words and smiled gently, "Nothing in particular. I just heard from Henry that you are my bone marrow donor, so I wanted to meet you and

personally thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Miss Conrad. Although I'm donating my bone marrow, I also got what I

wanted in return." Yvonne subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

Jacqueline became interested. "May I ask what it is?"

"Well..." Yvonne lowered her gaze and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry Miss Conrad, I can’t tell you."

Jacqueline was quite unsatisfied that she refused to answer her question, but she wore an understanding look on her face. "It's alright, everyone has their own secrets. Please forget about my question earlier, Miss Frey. But I have another one to ask you. I hope you can answer me..."

She narrowed her sunken eyes.

"What is it?" Yvonne suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Jacqueline rubbed the cover of her book and spoke slowly. "Your voice sounds very familiar, Miss Frey. I have a feeling that I’ve heard it somewhere. Do you feel the same way too, Miss Frey?”

Her voice was flat and calm. Although Yvonne couldn't hear the emotions in it, she could still clearly feel her displeasure.

Yvonne clenched her hands on her knees into fists tightly as panic appeared in her eyes. The expression o n her face faltered. "Not really. This is the first time

I've met you, Miss Conrad."

She didn't expect Jacqueline to actually remember the call.

"You’re right that this is the first time we’ve met, but I really think I've heard of your voice before, Miss Frey." Jacqueline pressed her temple with her finger. "Ah, I remember now. The call from two days ago... You're the person who claims to be Henry's wife!"

Yvonne immediately stood up in shock, "I... I..."

"So it was you!" The expression on Jacqueline's face turned frosty.

Yvonne knew that she couldn't stay any longer. If she did, her marriage with Henry might be discovered. She quickly took her bag and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Conrad. You've got the wrong person. I've stayed long enough, so I'll get going now." Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After saying that, Yvonne strode quickly toward the door.

There was no way Jacqueline would allow her to leave this easily. She still had a mountain of questions to ask Yvonne. She smacked the bed under her hard," Who gave you the permission to leave? Stop right there!"

Yvonne pretended to not hear her and continued walking.

Jacqueline flew into a rage when she saw Yvonne ignore her words. Her gentle facade shattered as she glared at Yvonne and yelled after her.

"Yvonne Frey, stop right there...!"

Perhaps Jacqueline got too worked up. She erupted into a coughing fit before she could even catch a breath.

It was so bad that she looked like she was about to cough her lungs out.

Yvonne was worried that something would happen to Jacqueline. Her heart went soft and she stopped to look at her in concern. "Are you okay?"

Jacqueline’s eyes were starting to rollback. She pointed to the head of her bed with a shaky finger," Spray, hurry, give me the spray...”

Spray?

Yvonne looked to where she was pointing and saw a bottle of spray there. It seemed like some sort of medication to ease breathing difficulties.

"Hang on!" Yvonne didn't dare to delay any further. She quickly went over and handed her the spray.

Jacqueline grabbed it roughly and took a few puffs in her mouth.

She slowly recovered two minutes later and seemed to have stabilized, but her face was still very pale.

"Miss Conrad, do you feel a bit better now?" Yvonne stood by the bed and asked.

Jacqueline didn’t answer, but lifted her head and stared at her neck gloomily. "Where did you get that necklace?"

"This?" Yvonne lifted the pendant from her neck.

"So it's really a swan necklace!" Jacqueline's eyes instantly turned red as her chest started heaving violently. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Why do you have that swan necklace?"

This was obviously her necklace! It was a unique necklace that Henry got a designer to specially customize for her. There was only one in the entire world and it was a gift that he had prepared for her when she could return to the stage again.

Yet, this woman was wearing her gift on her neck.

"Is... Is there something wrong with this necklace?" Yvonne involuntarily took a step back, shocked by the madness in Jacqueline's eyes.

Jacqueline became even angrier. The expression on her face was even slightly distorted. "Answer me, from where did you steal the necklace?"

"I didn't steal it!" Yvonne clutched the pendant tightly, feeling a little angry. "It was a gift from someone! I didn't steal it!"

"A gift?!" Jacqueline raised her eyebrows fiercely. Her eyes were bloodshot and she shrieked, "Who would give you such a precious necklace! Do you know that this is the only one in the entire world? Henry specially got someone to design it for me!"

Yvonne's body shook violently upon hearing that. Her face slowly paled as she felt stabbing pain in her heart.

She didn't know that this necklace had such great significance. It was unique and specially designed! Just these two words alone were enough to touch every woman's heart.

No wonder the pendant was shaped like a swan. Jacqueline was a ballerina. What was more iconic than a swan when it came to ballet?

Yet she couldn't understand why Henry had given this necklace to her since it was specially made for Jacqueline.

Yvonne bit her lower lip while clutching the pendant i n her shaking hand. Her most favorite necklace which she wanted to wear every day around her neck felt scalding in her hand at this very moment.

"Take it off!" Jacqueline commanded without holding back.

Yvonne shook her head and refused to take it off.

Jacqueline sneered coldly. Then she lifted her blanket and got out of the bed, ignoring her weak body. She rushed toward Yvonne and yanked the necklace off her.

Yvonne drew a sharp breath and looked at Jacqueline i n shock while covering her neck with her hands. She didn’t expect that she would just yank it off like that.

Jacqueline laid the necklace out on her palm and looked at it carefully. In the end, she narrowed her eyes and smashed the necklace on the ground fiercely.

"How dirty!" she uttered two words in disgust.

"That's rude!" Yvonne looked at the broken necklace in distress and tried to bend over to pick it up.

However, Jacqueline stepped on it. "Do not pick it up. It’s mine. Even if I don’t want it anymore, no one is allowed to touch it!"

Yvonne ignored her and squatted down. She was going to lift Jacqueline's foot to pick up the necklace.

But as soon as Yvonne touched her ankle, Jacqueline suddenly shrieked and fell backward heavily on the ground.

Yvonne was shocked. She stared at Jacqueline, unable to react.

"What’s going on?" Henry barged into the ward when h e heard the scream inside the room. His eyes instantly narrowed when he saw the situation in the ward. 1

"Jackie!" He quickly rushed over to her and carried Jacqueline back to the hospital bed. He didn't even look at Yvonne the entire time. It was almost as if she didn't even exist in his eyes. 2

"Jackie, tell me where did you hurt yourself?" Henry asked with concern on his face.