On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 116

Frank was utterly confused.

George gave him a meaningful look. "I'm a guest here. I need to be considerate."

Frank's head was spinning. Mr. George had been acting strangely lately. The man who rarely had a social life had started going out at night. And not just at night. Sometimes, in the middle of a workday, Frank would look away for a second and he'd be gone. Frank was beginning to wonder if his boss had been possessed. Mr. George's work ethic was legendary; he'd once worked for seven straight days without sleep.

Frank was dying of curiosity, but he didn't dare ask. Once the guest room was set up, he and his team left.

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At The Kensington, Jessica ran into Rebecca Jones.

Rebecca glanced at her, and Jessica offered a small nod.

"Jessica Brown, come here for a second," Rebecca said with a sigh.

Jessica walked over. "What is it?"

"Have you found a job yet?"

Jessica shook her head. "You know how it is. If Lance doesn't want me to find one, I won't."

"Can you handle hard work?" Rebecca asked.

Jessica didn't understand.

She wouldn't give up.

After Rebecca left, Jessica went to the Smith Estate. Susan Lane took one look at her and knew the divorce was inevitable. "Your grandfather saw you as his only daughter-in-law," she sighed. "How did it come to this? How did the two of you end up like this?"

Jessica sat beside her. "Grandma, even if I'm not Lance's wife, I'll always be your granddaughter. I'll still come visit you."

Susan squeezed her hand. "If your grandfather were alive, Lance would have angered him to death."

The person in the Smith family who had been kindest to her wasn't Susan, but the late Brandon Smith. Jessica never understood why he had been so fond of her. He had treated her even better than he treated Lance, to the point where a young Lance would get jealous. She remembered one Christmas Eve when he'd scared her with firecrackers, threatening to burn off her favorite pigtails. She had cried so hard that her four brothers had immediately shown up and given Lance a talking-to.

A faint smile touched her lips at the memory. "Grandma, what's past is past. We have to look forward."