On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 271

Jessica instinctively moved to stand up.

Arthur George walked in, his eyes lingering on her face for a few moments. “So, you are Jessica Brown? The daughter of Kevin Brown and Elizabeth Bailey?”

Jessica nodded, asking cautiously, “And you are?”

“You wouldn’t know me,” he said with a faint smile. “You’ve never met me, but your parents did. I am Arthur George.”

Jessica’s knees felt weak. She quickly stood and bowed her head slightly. “Mr. George. To what do I owe the honor?”

A bodyguard brought a chair, and Arthur sat down. His gaze was deep and unreadable, neither warm nor cold, treating her like a complete stranger. Jessica stood nervously, her eyes fixed on the floor. Had George caused trouble for Mr. George’s grandfather? Had she done something to displease the George family? But even so, it made no sense for Arthur George himself to come see her.

Her mind raced, but she could find no logical explanation. She decided it was better to wait for him to speak. He had come for a reason, and a problem could only be solved once it was out in the open.

She sat down on the edge of her bed. “Mr. George, why have you come to see me today?”

He gave her a sidelong glance. “I’m not deaf. I heard you the first time.”

Jessica forced a small smile. “You didn’t answer, so I thought perhaps I’d spoken too quietly.”

“You’re getting a divorce?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Getting a divorce,” he snapped, “means you are not yet divorced.”

Jessica froze, her expression turning numb. After a long moment, she found her voice. “The Mr. George you’re talking about… is my friend, George?”

Arthur looked at her as if the answer were obvious.

Jessica swallowed hard. George was Anthony George? Her bodyguard was the Mr. George?

Of course. It all made sense now. How George could always get Mr. George to help, how he never seemed to be just a bodyguard. She had chalked it up to Mr. George being a kind man, but no employer, no matter how generous, would constantly clean up his bodyguard’s messes. This was something else entirely. Everything that had seemed strange before was now crystal clear.

She lowered her gaze, unable to speak.

Arthur’s cane thumped against the floor. “I never expected Anthony to get entangled in your marriage. But Lance Smith came to my home and personally accused him of being your lover. My family has never faced such a scandal!”