"Really?" Ethan’s face lit up with joy upon hearing this.
"Of course it’s true!" Jas sighed and said, "Dad, when have I ever lied to you?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan nodded repeatedly, but then felt sothing was off: "You and Ophelia Wilson are so close. How can you just let go like that?"
Jas bitterly smiled and said, "No matter how close I am with her, it can’t surpass the bond between father and son. I never thought she would want to put you in jail!"
"You’re my father, you’re the untouchable soft spot in my heart with my mother, even Ophelia Wilson can’t compare!" Jas’s firm words made Ethan feel as if he had drunk a chilled sour plum soup on a hot sumr day, so refreshing!
Absolutely refreshing!
"Fine." Ethan relented, "If you want to marry Ophelia Wilson, I won’t stop you, but it’s only temporary for a year. A woman so malicious that she wants to send her future father-in-law to prison is definitely not welco in our family!"
"I understand, Dad." Jas assured, "However, Dad, you mustn’t let Ophelia or her mother find out."
"Of course, I know that." Seeing his son persuaded, Ethan was quite agreeable at this point.
After Jas showed so concern for Ethan, he finally left.
Outside, he saw Charlotte and gave her a slight nod, putting her at ease, knowing it had worked out.
Jas rushed to the hospital, knowing Ophelia had woken up, and showered her with concern.
"Ophelia, I did sothing. When you hear it, please don’t get mad." Jas looked at Ophelia apologetically.
Ophelia looked at him, puzzled, and asked, "What is it?"
"Your mother called the police to arrest my father. My father was furious and said he’d rather go to jail than let marry you!" As soon as Jas finished speaking, he wasn’t surprised to see Ophelia’s face go pale instantly.
He was inwardly pleased, but his face still showed grief: "I begged my father, kneeled and pleaded with him for a long ti, and finally he agreed. He agreed for us to get married, but only to register, not to hold a wedding."
Only registering without a wedding, then who would know she married Jas?
Ophelia felt uneasy and said painfully, "I know your father doesn’t want to marry you, but I didn’t expect him to wish dead."
"Jas, our marriage... maybe we should call it off." Ophelia said, trembling.
This retreat was a gamble, and she was using it with a trembling heart.
"How can we call it off?" Jas grabbed Ophelia excitedly and said, "My father finally agreed, how can you back out now? I..."
Jas, in his excitent, moved a little, suddenly showing a pained expression, sharply drawing in a breath, and instinctively covered his forehead.
"Jas, what’s wrong?" Ophelia asked worriedly.
"It’s nothing, really nothing..." Jas’s evasive deanor made Ophelia even more puzzled. She clung tightly to his sleeve and pressed, "What’s really happening? Let see!"
"Just accidentally bumped my head." Jas let go, showing Ophelia his forehead, bruised and broken.
"You..." Ophelia choked up all of a sudden, "Are you doing this because of us..."
Was he kowtowing to Ethan Seymour?
"Ophelia, none of that matters. What pains is marrying you but not being able to give you a grand wedding."
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