Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1585

Marissa opened her eyes to find that half of her body was numb, and her mouth was crooked. In short, she lost control of half of her body.

Gazing at her husband, who sat there in a daze, a fine trickle of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Jenna swiftly took a tissue paper to wipe it off.

Marissa had been iron-willed all her life. She didn't expect herself to end up like this. She blinked her eyes and burst into tears. She wanted to say something, but failed to utter even a single word. She began weeping like a little child.

Jenna quickly said, "Mom, don't cry. The doctor said that it's a stroke, and acupuncture will cure it."

Marissa shook her head in disbelief. How could a mere stroke make her lose control of half of her body?

Jenna was also distressed and couldn't help but shed tears. Seeing her shedding tears, Marissa sobbed harder.

Trevor lifted his hand to wipe away Marissa's tears. "Don't cry. The bad guys haven't died yet, it's not the time for crying!"

Marissa opened her mouth, trying to reply, but to no avail. She could only weep while she stared at Trevor.

Trevor let out a long sigh and swallowed the tears that were about to pour out. "All of this is because of what the Doyle family did twenty years ago. I won't let it off."

Marissa stared into space. Then she slowly turned her face and looked around. After a long time, she began to sob again.

Hansen sat by the side, watching his family. He could not help but feel dejected. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

This was what Raeleigh saw, but she wasn't there to visit Marissa. She was there for Santiago.

She sat down and wiped his hands. The gauze on Santiago's head had already been removed. Raeleigh brought a pair of scissors to cut his hair.

After that, she stood up and left.

Hansen sat there in a daze while Jenna was sitting morosely beside him.

The next morning, news about the Doyle family was published on international websites. Stella was lost in thought when she saw the news on the Internet.

At this time, the Doyle family was also checking the websites. Interpol officers had placed them under investigation.

A lot of negative news was circulating. Each published crime was sufficient to slap the Doyle family with a lawsuit or send them to jail.

When Geraldine heard the servant say that Interpol officers were investigating them, she raised her head and was visibly displeased. "Stella is too willful. It's just a trivial matter, yet she's so impatient. What a disappointing child."

Somebody got up and asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"Humph, what else can we do? You are the head of the Doyle family. Now that your daughter has gotten us into trouble. What do you think we should do?"

Geraldine was an iron- fisted lady, just like a despotic ruler. She was impartial and would not be flustered by anyone. She would deal with every problem ruthlessly.

In her mind, those who caused trouble should shoulder the blame.

Stella's father was slightly taken aback. It didn't occur to him that his mother would be so merciless.

Nevertheless, he did not dare to complain. He was well aware that his mother would not spare him if he made an unwise decision.

"I see."

Turning around, he went to the door and opened it. There was a man standing outside.

Lenold raised his hand to show his badge to Stella's father while saying, "I'm Lenold Matthews from Interpol. I'm here to investigate a case. I hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

"Please come in."

Stella's father invited him in.

After Lenold entered, he was invited to sit down. Geraldine did not want to involve herself in the case. She stood up and was about to go upstairs.

However, as soon as she got up, she was stopped by Lenold.

"Madam Geraldine, please stay. I have another case that requires your assistance."

Geraldine stopped, turned around slowly, and gazed at him with a strange look. "My assistance?"

"Yes, madam."

"What can an old lady like me do for you?"

She found it rib- ticklingly hilarious. Even though she was old, it could be seen that she was still energetic, especially from that pair of bright eyes of hers.

Lenold had come with a few subordinates. While sizing her up with amusement, he said, "I'm in charge of a case that happened many years ago. It is related to the Jowarl Gang some twenty years ago. At present, we have received reports that you and your husband were the ones behind it."

There was an inquiring look in Geraldine's gaze, the skin on her face moved as she said, "Despite my age, my memory still serves me well. Why don't I remember knowing anything about the Jowarl Gang?"

"We'll see if you know them after the investigation. Please sit down, Madam Geraldine."

Lenold stretched out his hand and gestured for Geraldine to sit down. She glanced at the people standing by on either side of the room before she walked to the sofa and sat down. Following that, she cast a deep glance at Lenold and turned her head away disdainfully.

Meanwhile, Lenold said, "I've some photos here, Madam Geraldine. Please have a look. Do you recognize these items?"

Lenold took out the photos and placed them on the table. Geraldine looked down at these photos and browsed through them one by one. After a long time, a hint of mocking flitted across the bottom of her eyes. She pushed the photos on the table away. "I'm really sorry. Although my family used to in these things years ago, I have never seen these items."

Lenold cracked a smile. "Do you want to take a closer look? I intercepted these antiques some time ago. Otherwise, they would have entered the market. These are national treasures. Stealing them is a capital crime."

"This must be a joke. Without touching them, how can we know it just based on a few photos?"

It seemed absurd to Geraldine.

Only then did Lenold say, "Madam Geraldine, since you've no idea about them, then forget it. I will go back and continue to investigate. I think the truth will come to light eventually."

"Then I wish you a happy success."

Geraldine said so with a fake smile.

Lenold stood up and looked at the people from the Doyle family. "I came here for this batch of antiques. If I can't find anything useful, I will have nothing to report to my boss. In that case, I don't mind dropping by a few more times."

After saying that, Lenold left. Geraldine gripped her cane tightly and her face turned ugly.

Her son saw Lenold off at the door, then came to her. He bowed respectfully and replied obsequiously like a servant, "He's gone."

Geraldine slapped her son without another word.

Her son didn't dare to move. He just raised his hand to cover his face.

"What have you done? At my advanced age, why do I still have to go through all of these sufferings with you dumbheads? Don't you feel sorry for me? Look at what you've allowed to happen!"

Geraldine gnashed her teeth in anger.

Stella's father lowered his head and didn't dare to lift it up. It was not until Geraldine asked him to get lost that he dared to leave.

Lenold left the Doyle family house called Jepherson. "I've done according to your request. Indeed, she has something to do with it. When I questioned that old woman, her expression darkened."

"Visit them again tomorrow. Do it once a day for a week except for the weekend."

Jepherson hung up after telling him so. Lenold looked at the phone and asked strangely, "Is he planning to drive Geraldine crazy?"