When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 617

"Baby, you're going to turn into a little old lady."

She felt a gentle pressure between her brows.

Jonathan's voice stayed calm and steady. His thumb brushed over her forehead as he smoothed out the deep crease there.

Anneliese felt his mood steady. The tight ache in her nerves finally began to ease. She let out a soft breath.

He rubbed her forehead as he mentioned, "There's great news too. Grandma didn't have an episode this time, and she didn't scold me either."

She nodded. "You're pretty optimistic, you know."

The corner of Jonathan's lips lifted. "Maybe I still have my trump card."

She watched him and couldn't tell whether he truly had a plan or only acted calm to comfort her. Either way, her emotions fully settled.

She curved her lips into a small smile and rose on her toes to kiss his chin. "Good luck, hubby."

That gentle and innocent kiss still stirred him. He reached out to pull her closer by the waist.

…

At that moment, the door to the emergency room opened.

Anneliese quickly grabbed Jonathan's hand and walked over.

"Doctor, how is my friend?" she said.

"It was a threatened miscarriage. We already gave her a shot to help protect the pregnancy. She's stable for now. She needs to stay in the hospital for three days so we can keep an eye on her.

"The most important thing is that she stays calm. She can't get upset again, and she really needs to stop overthinking and worrying."

When Anneliese heard that the baby was safe, she finally relaxed. "Thank you, doctor. When can my friend come out?" she asked.

"She can be moved to the ward right away," the doctor replied and left.

…

Jessica was then pushed out in less than two minutes. She was awake, but her face still looked pale.

Anneliese held Jessica's hand. "The baby is fine. Don't worry."

Jonathan placed the remote where she could reach it easily. He pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed. He picked up an apple and a fruit knife.

He lowered his eyes and began to peel it, saying, "As you can see, Anne and I didn't separate. This isn't because we don't respect you or your opinion. It's because both she and I chose each other. We can't do what you asked. I'm sorry."

Nishay turned back in disbelief. "Are you provoking me or showing off?" she said.

Jonathan continued to peel the apple. He smiled faintly in helplessness.

"Grandma, I'm not provoking you or showing off. I'm only stating the facts. I want to get along with you calmly. I respect you, and I also don't want Anne to suffer. She lost weight over the past few days. Doesn't that leave you hurt?"

Nishay had seen Anneliese's struggle and exhaustion. She wasn't blind to it. Still, she felt just as upset and tormented. Why can't Anne listen to me and leave this man?

"If you don't want her to suffer, then stay away from her yourself," a stubborn Nishay insisted. "Don't say anything else. I don't want to hear it."

When Jonathan fell silent, she spoke again.

"All of Anne's suffering right now is your fault. If you hadn't hidden the past and approached her with lies, if you hadn't tempted her, would she be trapped in this situation now? Don't push all the blame onto me. I cherish my granddaughter. I just can't watch her get fooled by a scheming man like you."

He had no way to deal with her stubbornness. He only cut the peeled apple into slices and handed one to Nishay.