Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1797

Zorion's car skidded to a halt at its destination and the person himself jumped out of the car just as he saw Rossie walk out in an unhurried manner with a group of people behind her.

Zorion stared at her fervently, the palm of his hands sweaty from his anxiety.

Rossie paused when she noticed Zorion's figure. With the notebook firmly in her hold, she made her way towards him. "Why are you here? Is Raeleigh all right?" she asked when she reached his side.

"What are you doing here?" Zorion countered in a low, deep voice, but there was no fight in it. If he could actually oppose her, he would take action immediately.

Rossie studied him for a while. "Are you going to yell at me?"

Zorion was bemused for a moment before his pitch black eyes darted left and right. He then opened the door to let Rossie in first. He slid in beside her and held her hand in his. "There will be no next time."

Rossie leaned into Zorion's embrace. "I promise."

Zorion held her tightly, his heart now at ease.

The car returned to the Richards family residence. Meanwhile, Hannah was burning with anxiety. To actually go to the Doyle family while pregnant, was that child insane? Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Deanna stood to the side in punishment, as innocent as can be. As it was, out of all the people in the whole world, she was the most innocent of all. If Rossie caused the trouble, she would be made the scapegoat. She wouldn't do anything about it but cry her heart out.

Rossie's lips curled, then headed upstairs. She didn't want to play around with this group of people now.

Hannah rushed over the moment Rossie came through the door. She was angry to the point that she wanted to hit Rossie. "You! How could you be so disobedient? Didn't we say not to go out?"

Rossie smiled without a word.

When he saw that, Rayan knew that there was no way that his daughter-in-law would be kept behind lock and key in the future.

He then looked towards his son and realised with much exasperation that his son would just follow along with whatever his wife said.

Zorion stood at the side with a notebook in his hand. He walked towards Rayan and handed it to him. Rayan's head lowered as he flipped through it. It was all related to the Richards family, hence he handed it over to Hansen.

After Hansen looked through it, he passed it over to his wife. Jenna proceeded to glance through it and looked up at Rossie in amazement. "How did you do it?" she asked in a measured tone.

"I didn't do much. In fact, this is a very simple matter. I just had a talk with her and the whole thing was settled. All of you just felt that this matter was more complex than it should be."

Jenna was tongue-tied. This child seemed to be telling the truth.

It was a very simple matter in all actuality. They just made it complicated.

Hansen looked at Rayan. "It's their era now. We're indeed getting old. The old can't keep up with the current era."

Rayan said nothing in reply. He swept a pointed look at the Whalen family members. "Let's go. Since the issue has been resolved, we'll return home."

Zorion was prepared. Afterwards, the Whalen family left and the Richards family residence became quiet.

The statement that was in Hansen's possession, was now being handed over to Trevor.

Trevor stared long and hard at the items on the table, as if in a trance. After a long time, he looked up at Hansen and asked, "What is this?"

"It was Rossie who brought them back."

Trevor stared at them for a while longer before he finally uttered, "Thank them for me."

"I will."

Hansen flicked a glance towards Marissa's room but did not enter it in the end. Instead, he turned and headed towards the door.

Trevor called out, "Since you're already here, won't you go and see your mother?"

Hansen stopped and turned back towards his father. "Raeleigh's hand is now crippled, she can no longer draw her designs. Her innate talent was off the charts, so much so that it even surpasses Jenna, according to her. Now, I think it's really regrettable. If we had realized earlier what type of person mother was, things like this probably wouldn't have happened."

"Sometimes, your mother can be a little selfish in her bid to achieve quick success, but she harbored no ill-will towards us."

"I know, she is still my mother."

Trevor was speechless, but his son was not blind.

Hansen continued, "Alvin has been with me for all my life and has gone through fire and water for me for many years. Although our relationship is that of a master and his servant, we are more like brothers in all but blood.

He left his son to me, but I failed to properly protect him.

Mother didn't even spare him a look."

Hansen turned on his heel and left without a backwards glance.

Trevor had nothing else to say either. He just retrieved the items on the table. When he turned, Marissa was in the doorway to the room, her face apathetic as her gaze was fixed on him.

Trevor trudged past her and into the room in silence.

Marissa looked back at her husband, then at her son's retreating back. Was she wrong after all?

Raeleigh stayed in the hospital for a few days and everyone returned to their own places. The peace of the Richards family as well as Capital City had been restored.

The only thing that was still under investigation was Elizen Doyle's cause of death.

After all, he had died at the State Department, which was why the top brass wiped away all traces of secret investigations being carried out while they announced to the public first that he had died someplace else outside.

After the Doyle's were caught, they instantly put all the blame on Hanschel. Even so, none of them escaped punishment as drug trafficking was a very serious offence. Most of the Doyle family members were sentenced to death. After Geraldine heard the news, she got so agitated she couldn't breath and had a stroke.

After being sent to the hospital, she couldn't speak a single word. The doctor took one look at her and got so scared, they dared not draw near.

The hospital was such a place where money talked. If you didn't have it, who would want you?

In two to three days, she was finally coaxed out of her shell. She kept calling the Doyle family on the phone and questioned those around her whether anyone had taken any of the family members out. However, there was no longer anyone in the Doyle family, and all calls remained unanswered.

The nurses were also convinced at this point. A half-dead old lady like her, how much money could she get in a day? Not to mention the fees for medication and injection, she didn't even have the money for the bed expenses.

The nurse had no choice but to hand this matter over to their superior. The director of the hospital said, "What good is there to let her remain in the hospital unless you chase this person out?"

And just like that, Geraldine was thrown out during a cold winter's day and froze to death right outside the hospital.

Her frozen dead body was broadcasted all over the television networks. As a result, the hospital was widely exposed to the public's scrutiny and was not having it easy.

Some people also questioned the staff's morality. Those in the hospital donned their coats and became angels in white. The moment the coats came off, they turned into devils in disguise who killed without a blink.

Raeleigh frowned when she saw the report. Geraldine's corpse wasn't even collected. Later, it was the government who cremated her remains and threw her ashes straight into the sea.

Now there was only Hanschel left in the Doyle family and their manor had also been confiscated. As the Doyle's were involved in numerous cases, hence no matter if the family was overseas or in

Capital City, as long as there was anything available in their name, it was confiscated.

As for Crevor, his end wouldn't be good either.

Although he's in recovery, he was still sentenced to death.

The only problem was that he needed a two months worth of recovery period.

And this time would be spent in the hospital.

When Raeleigh went to visit Hanschel, he remained unresponsive from start to end, his person no more like a wooden man.

During his trial, Hanschel had also sunk into a deep silence. He was sentenced with imprisonment for life, which wasn't what anyone had expected.

Jepherson brows knitted together as he read through the newspaper with Raeleigh beside him. They were now inside Waverly Village. Raeleigh had no desire to return to the Richards family and Jepherson didn't let her go back either. Raeleigh had not recovered completely. For a month and a half, give or take, they had stayed inside the fenced house. Now it's New Years Day, and still they didn't want to go back.

Jepherson put down the newspaper, his hand held her foot as he looked at her and asked, "Why was he sentenced for life?"

Raeleigh was watching television when she heard Jepherson posed this question to her.