CHAPTER 418 JASON FREY'S HATRED

"I just told you that I came here to see you." Jason began to wander around the ward as if he was trying t o prove his point. While looking around, he said in an exaggerated tone, "Yvonne, you're truly blessed. Even your ward is so luxurious. These furnishings must be pretty expensive, right?"

He picked up a vase and shook it up and down.

Yvonne scolded him with a calm expression, "Don't touch that!"

"Fine, I won't touch it." Jason put the vase back.

He was acting abnormal and he even listened to her, which made Yvonne feel even more uneasy. She lowered her eyelids and tried to probe, "Let's get straight to the point. So how much are you going to ask for this time?"

"Sister, I'm not here to ask for money." Jason jumped u p to her.

Yvonne leaned back. "Since you're not asking for money, then you should go back now. I don't believe that you're just here to see me. Also, you said in the text message yesterday that Mom’s the one who wanted to see me, so where is she? Did you come by yourself?"

"Mom caught a cold today, so she asked me to come instead," Jason replied as his eyes flickered.

Yvonne snorted coldly, "Cut the crap. I’ll give you two choices, either leave by yourself or ask your parents to come over with the adoption certificate."

She wanted the adoptive relationship with the Freys t o be dissolved completely.

Only then could she really break away from the Freys for good.

"Certificate of adoption?" Jason asked as he crept closer, "Sister, why do you want the certificate?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Just do it," Yvonne replied coldly.

Jason sneered, "Well, then I won’t do it." holds this content.

Yvonne frowned, "Leave if you don't want to do it."

"I'm not leaving either!" Jason insisted.

Yvonne's face sank. "You don’t want to do what I asked and you don’t want to leave either. You also don’t want to tell me the actual reason for your coming here. Jason, believe me when I say I'll ask someone to throw you out!"

"Are you going to call that fat woman?" Jason folded his arms. "If it was that fat woman, she has already fainted in the corner of the parking lot."

Fat woman?

Yvonne's heart trembled, and a slightly fat figure suddenly appeared in her mind. She asked anxiously," Sue is unconscious? Did you do it?"

Jason nodded, which was the answer to her question.

Yvonne jumped up from the hospital bed. "Why did you do that? What did you do to Sue?"

"What else can I do? Do you think I'd do anything to that fat woman? I only knocked her out." Jason said lightly without concealing the malice in his tone.

Yvonne trembled and she was in such a rage that her eyes turned red. "You... Why did you do that?"

"If I didn't, how could I get in here?" Jason looked at her like she was an idiot.

Yvonne suddenly realized something. Her hand on the railing of the hospital bed suddenly tightened. "It was you. Did you make the call earlier? Did you do it to divert Sue?"

"I guess you're kind of clever. Yes, it was me." Jason lifted his chin triumphantly.

The veins on the back of Yvonne's hand were showing. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Jason lowered his head and laughed disdainfully. "Because of hate. Because I hate you!"

Yvonne was slightly startled. "You hate me?"

"Yes, the person I hate the most in my life is you." Jason looked at her with a distorted expression.

It was the first time that Yvonne had seen him showing such deep hatred towards her. She left her mouth agape and it took her a long time to react."

Actually, I never understood why you hate me." "Did you see my hand?" Jason loosened his folded arm and raised his right hand which had been hidden in his sleeve before showing it to her face.

When Yvonne saw his hand, her eyes were shaking.

That hand in front of her was no longer complete. It lacked five fingers and only his palm remained, which looked terrifying.

Yvonne looked away.

"This hand was cut off by your husband Henry." Jason put down his sleeve and hid the handicapped hand in his sleeve.

Yvonne sighed, "If you hate me because of this, I can understand that. But what I don't understand is your heart. Before this happened, why did you hate me? We were so close when we were young."

"Sure enough, you've forgotten," Jason sneered.

Yvonne frowned and asked, "Forgotten? What do you mean? Get straight to the point."

"Fine. Since you said that, I’ll remind you what happened again. Do you still remember my fifth birthday?" Jason's eyes seemed distant.

Yvonne nodded. "I remember."

"On that day, Mom asked you to take me out to get a cake and I sprained my foot. You thought I was a burden, so you handed me to a stranger and left..."

Hearing this, Yvonne pursed her lips, "I didn't leave." "But in my opinion, you did leave. Do you know who the stranger was?" Jason looked at her indifferently.

Yvonne had a bad feeling in her heart. Her lips moved but she did not speak.

Jason suddenly shouted, "It was a human trafficker!"

"That's impossible!" Yvonne's pupils shrank. "How could he be a human trafficker? If he really was a human trafficker, you wouldn't be here today."

Jason laughed madly, "Of course you think it's impossible. You left me with him and you didn't know what happened afterward. I was almost abducted but I got lucky. The trafficker was arrested just as he was about to take me away, so that’s why I'm standing here right now!"

Yvonne's face went pale and she could see that he was not lying.

"How could this be..." Yvonne gripped the blanket tightly and her voice was trembling. "I didn't know. I really didn't know that he was a human trafficker.

You sprained your foot that day and couldn't walk, but we were still some distance away from the cake shop and mom only gave me an hour to take the cake back with you. I'd get beaten up if I got home late and I didn’t want to get beaten..."

"So you left me to die with a trafficker!" Jason interrupted her.

Yvonne shook her head. "I told you that I didn't know h e was a human trafficker. I was also young at the time. I was only three years older than you. That person saw my plight and came over to help. He told me that he would take care of you and asked me to come pick you up after getting the cake. I believed him and handed you over to him. If I knew he was a trafficker, I would never do that!"

"Who knows if what you said was true? Our parents never liked you since you were a child. Maybe you did it because you were jealous of me and wanted to throw me away on purpose so that the Freys would have you as an only child..."

"I didn't!" Yvonne retorted, "I was jealous of you. I was jealous that our parents love you, but I've never thought about abandoning you."

"Hah." Jason did not believe it at all. He showed his gruesome face again. "Yvonne, no matter what you say, I'll never believe you. All I know is that I was almost abducted because of you, and I lost this hand because of you, so only one of us can stay!"

"What are you trying to do?" Yvonne's expression immediately changed and she slowly stretched her hand towards the side of her bed.

There was a panic button.

She could just press that and someone would come over.

However, Jason saw what she was trying to do at a glance. Using his abled hand, he grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her as he said viciously, "Want t o call someone? Not a chance. I won't give you the chance to do that!"

"Mm..." Yvonne was pinned down by him and she could not move. Her arms were sore and numb. As she broke out in sweat, she gasped and asked, "What do you want? Are you trying to kill me?"