Terence was startled. Before he could react, Mandy had already rushed over to Jean. "Are you okay?"
she frantically asked. "Did you get hurt again?"
Terence noticed that Jean's face was shining with tiny beads of sweat. She grimaced in pain.
"What happened?" Terence asked with concern.
"She..." Mandy was ready to speak, but Jean stopped her. Forcing a smile, she looked at Terence. "I'm
alright. My hand is still recovering, so it's not as agile as it was before."
Jean looked at him apologetically. "I'm really sorry for frightening you. I'll clean this up and get you
another bowl of rice."
"There's no need." He looked at her and suspected that she was hiding something from him. He
frowned and focused his attention on her. "Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes, it's okay." Jean slowly nodded her head. Mandy was fidgeting next to her, anxiously wanting to
say something.
Terence slowly watched Mandy's hesitation and wondered what was going on.
The dinner made Terence feel depressed. While Jean cleared the table after dinner, he was looking for
an opportunity to give her his gift. Sadly, he didn't know whether it was the right time to do so.
Afraid that Terence would get bored, Jean gave him a plate of fruit and apologized again for her
behavior. "I'm really sorry about tonight. I promised to cook you dinner, but I messed it up. If I knew this
was going to happen, then I wouldn't have bothered you."
"It doesn't matter." Terence smiled. "Well, this is for you..."
He took out a box and handed it to her. "Open it and see whether you like it or not."
"What is it?" Jean asked Terence, slightly frowning.
"Open it," he encouraged with a smile.
When Jean opened the box, she found a Cartier bracelet. Blushing, she gave it back to Terence and
said, "It's too expensive. I can't accept it."
"You have to take it. It's yours," Terence insisted as he gave it back to her.
"No way!" Jean frowned at him. "I've been bothering you since I came back. I already feel quite
embarrassed. I can't accept this gift."
"Please let me finish before you say anything else," Terence said. "I didn't actually help you a lot. I just
lent you the empty house. But you gave me a pair of expensive cuff links as a gift and helped me find a
spokesperson. You even opened a bottle of good wine for me. Compared to what you've done, this
bracelet is insignificant.
Besides, you got injured because of me. You cut your wrist. Although it is not very conspicuous, I know
that you are bothered by it.
I gave you this bracelet not only to show my gratitude, but I think that it'll help you cover your wound.
Think of it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence laughed and gently took Jean’s hand in his.
"Please accept it and let me put it on for you."
Jean felt moved by his actions. She didn't expect that Terence would give her a bracelet. Deep inside,
she knew that the opportunity had finally arrived.
He gently held her injured hand to lift up her sleeve. Suddenly, Jean winced in pain and withdrew her
hand like a frightened rabbit.
Startled, Terence stared at Jean and asked, "What's the matter?"
"No, nothing..." Jean smiled awkwardly and held out her other arm. "I think it'll be better if I wear it on
this one."
"Why?" Terence felt like she was hiding something from him. He felt like it was necessary to clear some
things between them.
"Because..." Jean stammered, but didn't know what to say. She slowly lowered her head and said, "I
just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks ugly. I don't want you to see it."
The longer he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt. Without saying anything, he grabbed her
arm and rolled up her sleeve.
He found that in addition to her previous wound, several blisters blotched her pale white skin. It looked
terrible.
With a cold and grim expression, he asked, "What happened?"
Jean pulled back her injured hand and lowered the sleeve. "I'm fine. It's just a minor injury."
However, Terence refused to let it go. He looked at her and pressed on, "Is this why you wore a long-
sleeved shirt today?"
"I'm really fine," Jean stammered. "I got hurt by accident."
"What happened?" Terence asked with venom in his voice. "Did Julia do that?"
His immediate reaction was to assume that this must have had something to do with Julia. But Jean's
intention today was to get rid of the servants, not her sister. Frantically, she shook her head. "It has
nothing to do with my sister. I was just careless."
"If you still don't admit what happened, then I'll confront her about this." Terence was furious. He really
didn't understand why Julia wouldn't just leave Jean alone.
Jean had done everything she could to help her sister when Julia had nowhere to go. How could Julia
be so ungrateful?
"Don't go. It has nothing to do with her." As soon as Terence got up, Mandy walked out from the
kitchen. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Terence, although we aren't familiar with one another, I am
still grateful that you are willing to give Jean a place to stay."
"Auntie, please don't say that." Terence pursed his lips and looked at her. "Jean is also my friend."
If it were not for Julia, then she wouldn't have left the country for three years.
He frowned and begged, "Please tell me what happened."
Mandy sneered at him. "Actually, I came here today for another purpose."
"Mom, please stop." Jean looked at Mandy with embarrassment. "It already happened."
"Shut up!" Mandy snapped at Jean angrily. "I told you a long time ago that it was better to rent an
apartment than to stay here."
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