Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 957

Jett’s grip on the steering wheel unconsciously tightened. “What do you plan to do?”

Bone-chilling blizzards seemed to howl within Alejandro’s eyes. “I will not let that child come to this world, never. If she loses it, she loses the only reason she has to return to Jackson… Yes, I won’t stand seeing her being taken away from me ever again!”

Jett was stunned. Was Alejandro’s ultimate game plan not to have Tiffany in his arms? Had his boss never truly loved Tiffany and done everything just to possess her like an object? After all, how could anyone who genuinely loved someone be able to mercilessly scheme a miscarriage?

Finding it deeply troubling, Jett spoke up, “Mr. Smith, I honestly believe this to be a terrible idea. What happens when she finds out that you’re the one who caused her to miscarry? Would she even want to spend the rest of her life with you after that? Doing something like this is to plant a bomb that would one day blow up, sir.”

Alejandro had obviously lost much of his rationality. “Then what the f**k else am I supposed to do, hmm?!” he snapped. “Am I supposed to watch her birth that thing and go back into Jackson’s arms?!”

That shut Jett up. Although Alejandro’s plan was incredibly ill-advised, Jett must admit that he could come up with no better alternatives, either. Besides, judging from how his boss acted, Alejandro was probably genuinely incapable of loving a woman in a pure, benevolent way.

In the end, he could only answer, “I don’t know.”

Alejandro said nothing. He shut his eyes and leaned backward in his seat wordlessly, as though all of his mental energy had been directed at putting out the fire within him.

…

The hospital discharged Eric Nathaniel after a few days. Outwardly, he seemed no different from any other person if not for his bouts of agonizing stomach aches.

Jackson had not known much about the South Park branch, but now that he was actively looking out for problems, he quickly dug up the hidden issue in the company’s finances. Apparently, $60,000 had vanished into thin air, and though that was not necessarily an earth-shattering sum of money, it was large enough to begin an inquisition.

On the day he returned to the branch company, Jackson—whose mood was significantly impacted by the somber news of Eric’s malady—was in one of his most tempestuous moods yet. Already he delivered a scathing harangue to the finance department in the morning, but that only served to lift the rug away from an even bigger scandal: a young accountant, no older than thirty-years-old, had embezzled the company’s funds!

Jackson immediately decided to file a case against the criminal, causing the guilty accountant to break down into tears. “I didn’t mean to! I thought I would be able to return what I’d borrowed within three months. I-I didn’t know I couldn’t! Mr. West, please, please, please! Don’t take me to the cops, I beg you! My future will be ruined if that happens! I shouldn’t have given in to my vanity and used that money, and I swear I’ll make up to it! I swear, I promise! P-Please!”

Jackson’s expression was tenebrious and stormy. “Vanity? So you, an adult, didn’t even know you should only spend according to the actual-goddamned-size of your bank account? Do you even know that what you’ve done is against the law? And you thought you could return that sum within three months—haha! Hilarious, you don’t know just how much you’ve stolen from your company, do you? Quit begging me with your tears and snot, ‘cause I ain’t no saint. I’ll resolve this travesty exactly the way it should be handled. Now, that is an actual promise!”

Crowds from other unrelated departments had begun to gather and watch as the altercation went on. Still, all of them were mindful enough to leave a wide berth between themselves and the eye of the storm. No one wanted to get dragged into that hot mess.