My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 213

He strode over to Rebekah and draped his jacket over her. "No! Go away! All of you, just go away!"

The moment he touched her, she reacted as if she'd been shocked, screaming and trying to push him away. "Rebekah, it's me! Don't be afraid, it's me!" Jensen said, his face etched with pain.

But Rebekah couldn't hear him. Her mind was trapped, filled with the hissing of snakes and the buzzing of wasps, and she instinctively recoiled from anything that came near.

Left with no other choice, Jensen gently knocked her unconscious. His eyes red with fury, he gathered her into his arms, covered her with his jacket, and carried her out.

As he stepped out of the basement, he saw Shawn standing in the living room, having arrived at some point. The boy couldn't save his own father, but seeing a strange man holding his mother, he bared his teeth like a little tiger. "Who are you? Who said you could hold my mom?"

Jensen looked down at the insolent little brat, a humorless curve on his lips. "From now on, she's not your mother anymore. Get out of my way."

Jensen's tone was so harsh that Shawn froze, trembling but too scared to say another word.

A few wasps flew out of the basement and circled the living room. Jensen turned to his executive assistant, Israel. "Get some protective gear, pour honey on those two, and throw them in the basement."

The basement was a wasp nest now. He was going to make Benjamin and Candice suffer exactly what Rebekah had endured.

In a private suite, Jensen sat by Rebekah's bedside, watching her pale face, his eyes growing redder by the second. He blamed himself for taking so long to find her, for letting her get hurt so badly. He had planned to wait until her divorce was final to openly protect her, but now, he couldn't wait another moment.

Israel knocked and entered the room. "Mr. Hawthorne, it's all been handled. Mr. Forrester won't be calling the police."

After an hour in the basement, both of them were covered in stings. Israel had made it clear that even if they went to the police, the investigation would go nowhere and would only risk dredging up skeletons from the Forrester Group's closet. Benjamin, for reasons of his own, had silently agreed. Shawn had been crying his eyes out and had ended up at the hospital with them.

Jensen showed little reaction to the news. He glanced at Rebekah on the bed and said coolly, "The plan we discussed—move it up to tomorrow."