MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT! - Season 16 Episode 88

“Okay,” answered Jason as he held Grace in his arms. He glanced at Hadwin Stephenson before

leaving.

Hadwin Stephenson’s face was filled with endless pain and even extreme despair!

Even though he was alive, he appeared to be a mere shell at

this moment.

Jason felt a pang in his heart and stopped in his tracks. Some broken images flashed through his mind,

but they were so fast that he could not even tell what they were.

“What’s the matter? Jay?” Grace turned her head and looked at Jason who had stopped and was in a

daze.

“Nothing.” With a flutter of his eyelashes, he picked up his feet again and left the banquet hall with her.

Once in the car, Jason leaned back, took a breath, and closed

his eyes.

“Are you tired?” A soft female voice rang out in his ears.

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“A little.”

“Then take a nap first. It’ll take more than half an hour to get to Reed Residence from here,” said

Grace.

Jason tried to relax, but his heart somehow seemed to beat

faster and faster. The desperate look on Hadwin Stephenson’s face kept flashing through his mind.

It was as if he had been that desperate too.

‘When was it? When was I ever that desperate?’

Suddenly, another scene seemed to flash through his mind again. This time, he saw it. He saw himself

holding an urn and wailing in pain.

His voice sounded so desperate. It was as if he did not want to live but was forced to keep living.

“Why am I not the one who died? Why? I did you wrong. I should be the one to die!” He kept crying,

looking so miserable.

‘Why… Why would I say something like that… Is this… what happened after I mistakenly thought

Grace was dead?

‘Was I so desperate because I thought she was dead?

‘My head… hurts so much!’

It hurt like it was about to explode. A groan escaped Jason’s

mouth. Suddenly, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark pit. The suffocating sense of despair filled his

body.

“No… No… Why…” A broken groan escaped his mouth.

‘How can I get out of this despair?’

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears…

“Jay, what’s come over you? Is there something wrong? Can you hear me? Open your eyes!”

The voice kept on shouting as if pulling him out of despair.

Then, he felt her fingers massaging his forehead, relieving his

pain.

The pain faded little by little. Jason slowly opened his eyes, and he instantly caught sight of that comely

and quiet face.

Her face was now full of anxiety. “Are you having another headache? Should we go to the hospital? Or

should I ask Uncle Kwan to contact Dr. Guzman and ask him to go to Reed Residence as soon as

possible?”