CHAPTER 94 NO LONGER POSSIBLE

Jacqueline was whom Henry cared about after all.

Yvonne should inform Henry somehow when she had dissed her. At the same time, she wanted to know who he would choose to help after knowing the actual scenario. Was he with her on the side of morals, or was he with Jacqueline on the side of sentiment?

The call connected briefly and Henry’s voice waltzed through the speaker. "What's the matter?"

"Henry, I talked to Miss Conrad on the phone just now," Yvonne quickly said.

Henry narrowed his eyes. "What did you talk about?”

"We were..." Without hiding anything, Yvonne told him their conversation fresh out of the oven.

Henry was quiet for a long time after that, making Yvonne nervous.

"Henry..."

"I know,” he finally responded.

Yvonne clenched her hands. "Sorry, I crossed the line i n what I said. If you blame me, you..."

"Did I say that I'm putting the blame on you?" Henry arched his brow.

He was not blind with values. He could judge who was right and who was wrong in this.

Yvonne was crude with her words but she made sense. It seemed that there were things that he should make clear of with Jackie.

"You don’t?" Yvonne was surprised.

Henry pressed his lips together. "Why should I?"

"Because of Miss Conrad. Aren’t you very..." Yvonne muted herself. She really could not bring herself to say that her husband cared about another woman.

"It's nothing to do with Jackie. I've always looked at the truth," Henry said in a low register.

Yvonne felt her heart quivering. "But you weren't like that previously."

"Hmm? Previously?" Henry narrowed his eyes.

Yvonne looked down. "Nothing. I didn’t say anything. I’m hanging up."

She hung up swiftly.

Looking at his phone that had slid back to the home screen, Henry’s gaze deepened. He felt like she wanted to say something toward the end but she stopped herself from speaking for some reason. What was she bothered by? 1

Henry mused but could not figure it out. Instead, he left it and summoned Joe. i

"Mr. Lancaster." Joe came in with a knock.

Henry pointed at the stack of documents beside him."

Distribute these and chair the following meeting." This belongs to .

"Are you heading out, Mr. Lancaster?"

"Yes, to the hospital." Henry pulled his drawer open and picked up his car key.

Joe carried the documents from the table. "I see. See you, Mr. Lancaster.”

Henry gave him a nod and went out. Driving all the way to the hospital, Jacqueline was asleep when he arrived at her ward while Shane was checking her.

Not interrupting him, he softened his steps and waited by the wall. After half an hour, Shane removed his gloves and retrieved a pen from his pocket to begin writing in the case record clipboard.

Henry glanced at Jacqueline and lowered his voice to ask, "What happened to Jackie?"

"She was prodded and fainted," Shane answered with an easy grin, as if fainting was something minor.

"Prodded?" Henry frowned.

"Yeah, her caretaker said that she passed out after taking a call. You, though, why are you here? I didn't inform you about her passing out." Shane pointed at Jacqueline with his clipboard.

Henry pulled a chair to sit down. "I came to talk to Jackie about something."

"Can I ask what it is?" Shane nudged his glasses.

Henry looked at him but did not reply, making Shane click his tongue. "You're no fun. Alright, wait here alone then. I'm leaving.”

He clamped the clipboard under his arms and left humming a tune.

Lacing his fingers together, Henry leaned forward slightly to rest his chin on the back of his hands as he stared at Jacqueline with a complex emotion.

After some time, he suddenly realized that he seemed t o not know this woman. The more he looked at her, the more foreign he felt. He did not know where the feeling came from but he thought

that it made sense. H e even felt that his feelings for her had faded significantly.

When he used to see her lying on the hospital bed with her pale face, he felt pained and wished that he could take the pain for her instead. He did not have such a thought now...

Henry straightened up and went to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his face, it was how he calmed the tangled thoughts in his mind down.

Looking at the frosty looking reflection of himself in the mirror, he breathed in annoyance.

Then, the sound of a weight hitting the floor rang from the outside.

Feeling his heart lurch, Henry quickly stepped out.

Jacqueline had already woken up and was bending low to get the cup under her bed.

Henry pressed his lips together and went over to do it for her.

Jacqueline's eyes shone when she saw that it was him and asked in delight, "Henry, why are you here?"

Henry placed the cup on the nightstand. "Just here to see you. What were you doing just now?"

"I got thirsty and wanted to drink some water, but I have no strength so I dropped the cup." Jacqueline smiled bashfully. "Henry, am I useless? I've gotten the surgery once but I still feel lethargic frequently. I won't get any better, will I?"

"Nonsense. Don’t you not feel pain anymore recently?" Henry poured her water.

Jacqueline thought that he would act like usual, help her up and feed her the drink as he let her lie in his embrace. Nonetheless, she did not see Henry doing so after waiting for a while.

She frowned slightly before recovering a confused look and gazed at Henry. "Henry, you..."

"What is it?" Henry asked softly. 1

Jacqueline did not know if he was pretending to not understand or he actually did not get it but she made sure to remember it.

"Nothing.” She forced a smile and pushed herself up from the bed with difficulty.

Henry passed her the cup. "Have a drink."

Plastering a fake smile, Jacqueline accepted it." Thank you."

After the drink and feeling her throat soothed, she returned the cup to Henry and laid herself down again.

Henry sat down beside her bed. "Do you still want more?"

"No." Jacqueline shook her head.

The man hummed and placed the cup back on the nightstand.

"Did you call Yvonne Frey because I didn’t come to you last night?" Henry suddenly asked, looking at Jacqueline.

Jacqueline looked surprised. "Did she tell you?"

"She told me about it.” Henry nodded.

Jacqueline's gaze dimmed a little. "What did she say?"

Without making an answer, Henry retrieved his phone. It had an automatic voice recording function during his calls. No matter who called him, the system would record it automatically. He played the conversation between him and Yvonne to Jacqueline. 1

Jacqueline's eyes were widened after she listened to it.

How did Yvonne Frey dare to speak the truth! Was she not scared of Henry getting angry?

"Judging by your expression, Yvonne Frey didn't lie."

Henry kept his phone.

Jacqueline wore a smile on her pale face. "Mm, what she said is the truth. So are you here to speak for her, Henry?"

"I'm not speaking for anyone. I’m here to just... just talk to you," Henry said faintly.

Jacqueline held her hands. "About?"

"About us," replied Henry, "During this time, a lot of people told me that I've done wrong between you and Yvonne Frey because as her husband, I'm being too nice to you, too intimate. I thought about it seriously and I'm really wrong." 3

Jacqueline shook her head. "How could that be?

Henry, you aren't wrong. I'm not wrong either. We're lovers. Aren't you supposed to be nice and intimate to me?"

"That’s in the past," Henry said with a lowered gaze, "W e were lovers. But I'm already Yvonne Frey's husband now. We should keep a distance between ourselves."

"No, I don't agree!" "Why?" Henry stared at her.