Chapter 296
Chapter 296 Steal The Little Girl From Her
Ensuring Janey was sound asleep, Raegan returned to her room. However, slumber eluded her for what felt like an eternity. Perhaps, she should consider finding a stepfather for Janey soon, someone who could play a role in Janey's upbringing.
Raegan was convinced that Kabir would support her decision if he were still around.
Yet, it would have to wait until her divorce from Mitchel was finalized.
The thought of Mitchel stirred up annoyance within Raegan. She buried her head beneath the pillow, emitting an indignant snort. That Mitchel Dixon, a real son of a gun.
A grave ambiance hung heavy in the bar.
Seated at the bar, the three men engaged in a silent bout of heavy drinking.
After the initial round, Luis seamlessly initiated the second round without a pause.
Observing Mitchel downing one glass of alcohol after another, Luis was confused. He finally spoke up, his voice tinged with surprise. "What's eating you?"
However, Mitchel remained silent, his countenance as frigid as ice.
"Isn't it a reason to celebrate now that Raegan's back? Why the long face?" Luis inquired, his curiosity piqued.
At that moment, Mitchel abruptly asked, "Is it possible for a woman's pregnancy to last for two years?"
A sudden clink of glass on the table resonated through the air.
Luis burst into laughter at his words. "Now that's defying common sense, isn't it? You know, I once heard of this woman who didn't give birth until eleven months into her pregnancy, and that's already an exceptionally rare case. Now, you're pondering if it's even possible for a woman to carry a fetus for two years. Are you losing your marbles?"
Mitchel felt disheartened after hearing Luis words. Overwhelmed, he grasped the glass and downed its contents without uttering a word.
"Have you seen Raegan's child?" Luis asked, sensing something.
Mitchel nodded stoically.
Luis nonchalantly inquired, "So, who does the little one take after?"
Upon Luis' query, Mitchel reminisced thoughtfully. Janey possessed round eyes, long eyelashes, and an oval face, bearing a striking resemblance to Raegan, especially when she smiled.
"I'd say she takes after Raegan more," Mitchel finally replied.
As for Kabir, Mitchel had investigated, even laying eyes on Kabir's photograph. Although reluctant to admit it, Kabir bore à faint resemblance to Raegan, leaving Mitchel uncertain about whether Janey took after Raegan or Kabir. However, in his view, Janey's appearance leaned more toward Raegan's.
Out of the blue, Jarrod interjected, "Have you ever considered the possibility that the little girl might be yours?"
If Raegan could miraculously survive after that car incident, then it was within the realm of possibility that Janey belonged to Mitchel.
Hearing that, Mitchel felt a twinge of irritation and took a sip of his wine. Naturally, he had harbored doubts and conducted a thorough investigation concerning the paternity of Janey.
Following Erick's mention of Janey's biological father, Mitchel had already delved into the matter. He had seen Janey's birth certificate, scrutinized the hospital's medical records, and even reviewed the video footage from the delivery. All the evidence appeared crystal clear and indisputable.
Following Raegan's tragic incident, Mitchel had finally come to the undeniable conclusion that the baby in Raegan's belly couldn't possibly be Henley's. Henley had always been wickedly cunning. Those words might have been designed to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Yet, there had never been enough time to discuss many things with Raegan. She had simply vanished out of the blue after that car incident.
Judging by Mitchel's expression, Luis could tell that Mitchel must have conducted an investigation. Reclining on the sofa, he remarked, "If you've already uncovered the truth, why resist the divorce? What are your intentions regarding the little one?"
After all, the Dixon family had yet to welcome any grandchildren. If Mitchel refused to divorce Raegan, it would undoubtedly involve custody battles over
Janey.
With Mitchel's grandfather's passing. Alexis had taken control of fifty percent of the Dixon Group's shares. Luis doubted Alexis would accept Raegan's child, whether it was biologically Mitchel's or not.
Every time Janey crossed his mind, Mitchel experienced an inexplicable sensation. It felt as if his heart brimmed with warmth.
Putting his arm on the armrest, Mitchel stated with unwavering resolve, "If Raegan doesn't object, I'd like to formally adopt the little girl and welcome her into the Dixon family."
Luis was rendered speechless by that declaration. He hadn't anticipated Mitchel's willingness to embrace Raegan and another man's child. It was truly beyond his expectations.
Clinking his glass against Mitchel's, Luis advised, "Don't mention this idea to
Raegan.
Mitchel raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Why not?"
"You fool!" Luis chuckled, chiding, "Put yourself in her shoes. Do you think Raegan will be delighted if she discovers you're planning to take her child away from her?"
Luis wanted to add that Mitchel's intentions were quite obvious, given the expression on his face.
Luis arched an eyebrow. It appeared that Raegan's child must be exceptionally adorable. He resolved to meet Janey when he had the chance.
Midway through their drinking spree, Jarrod's phone abruptly rang.
Uncertainty filled the room as Jarrod's countenance darkened while conversing on the phone.
After concluding the call, Jarrod rose abruptly and exited.
Luis gazed at Jarrod's departing figure and released a heavy sigh. Since Nicole's passing, Jarrod seemed trapped in perpetual torment.
Luis had made futile attempts to persuade him.
Eventually, Mitchel spiraled into a similar abyss.
Observing his two closest friends grappling with profound melancholy, Luis couldn't help but feel helpless.
Fortunately, Mitchel had summoned the strength to lift his spirits, driven by his mother's presence. Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon.
The only way to assuage Jarrod's guilt was to attend to Nicole's mother during the latter's final moments.
Meanwhile, there were busting sounds in the area. Jarrod arrived at the club. He began kicking open the doors, one by one.
Initially, the revelers inside were startled by his aggressive entrance, but their astonishment quickly gave way to enraged curses.
Jarrod paid no heed to the verbal barrage and continued his search, moving on to the next room.
Observing Jarrod's violent outburst, the club's manager, Jemma Acosta, grew fearful. She hurried over, lit a cigarette, and attempted to pacify Jarrod.
"Mr. Schultz, what brings you here today?" Jemma inquired.
Jarrod's handsome features darkened as he regarded Jemma.
With a half-lit cigarette dangling from his lips, Jarrod asked icily, "Where can I find Melissa?"
Upon hearing his question, beads of cold sweat formed on Jemma's forehead. Damn it! How could that conniving woman secretly inform Jarrod?
"Melissa, she's..." Jemma began, stammering.
After a moment's hesitation, Jemma continued, "Melissa requested a leave for tonight. She mentioned attending a friend's birthday party."
"A birthday party?" Jarrod inquired, his tone devoid of emotion.
Jemma responded resolutely, "Yes, she's most likely at the birthday party right now."
Behind Jarrod, waiters were busy delivering drinks to the various rooms, attempting to soothe other patrons. This sight infuriated Jemma.
Jemma silently cursed. What a conniving woman Melissa was! Melissa was simply asked to keep Korbin company. How dare she inform Jarrod??
Though she dared not provoke Jarrod, who was known for his ruthlessness, Jemma vowed to teach Melissa a lesson today. She harbored no intentions of showing any mercy to Melissa.
Jarrod sneered, "Are you absolutely certain?"
"Yes, Mr. Schultz! It's undeniable that she..." she said but was cut off.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Before she could complete her sentence, Jemma's feigned smile twisted into sheer terror.
"Ah! Stop!" Jemma screamed in a state of panic The next instant, she watched Jarrod enter a chamber with an expression as cold as ice.
Without a word, Jarrod seized an ashtray from the table and ruthlessly smashed it onto the head of a portly man.
A resounding crash filled the room.
Blood covered that portly man's head. His cries of agony reverberated within the chamber.
Jarrod casually took a drag from his cigarette, casting his face in an eerie, demon-like shadow beneath the dim light. Arching an eyebrow, he questioned with malevolence, "Are you absolutely certain that Mélissa is at à birthday party?"
Jemma's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, "No, no! It's entirely my fault! Melissa is in Chamber Eight. She's right there. Oh my God, Mr. Schultz! 1 beg for your forgiveness!"
Jemma was in a state of panic. She screamed and pleaded, tears streaming down her face, "Please show me some leniency. I promise never to do it again, please!"
In response, Jarrod paid no heed to Jemma and strode away.
Something was happening in Chamber Eight.
An overweight elderly man attempted to take advantage of a young woman. Before he could make any progress, a loud disturbance at the door disrupted
his vile intentions.
The next thing he knew, he was forcefully ejected from the room.
On the couch, the young woman trembled like a frightened bird. When she laid eyes on Jarrod, a spark of hope ignited within her. "Jarrod, thank God you're finally here!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I apologize for being late," Jarrod responded.
Gazing at Melissa's face with deep affection, Jarrod treated her with a tenderness that resembled his interactions with Nicole
Consequently, tears welled up in Melissa's eyes.
All at once, Jarrod's hand hung suspended in the air, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly.
Perplexed, Melissa experienced a sharp pain in her chin.
Jarrod fixed Melissa with an icy stare and grasped her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. "Save your tears."
Melissa's tears failed to mirror Nicole's when she wept.