Chapter 245: Jerry Might Go Crazy
On the other end of the phone, Sophia immediately sensed something was off.
She raised an eyebrow with interest. "What do you mean? Has someone else worn that bathrobe? Jerry, spill it, or else..."
Jerry didn't even lift an eyelid, remaining unfazed. "Or else what?"
Sophia smirked, her tone light but edged with seriousness. "I'll fly back immediately and take my son away."
Removing Jerry's support was a ruthless move by Sophia, and they both knew it.
Jerry sighed, putting down his work. He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. "Hope came over last night."
Sophia's surprise was evident. "You guys are progressing so fast?"
They were already sharing a bathrobe!
"No." Jerry cursed with a laugh, then got back on topic. "She was drugged. It was most likely Madison's daughter."
As soon as Hope left last night, Jerry had someone check the party guest list. The party was filled with people from the entertainment industry, and Hope only knew Madison. Madison's care for Hope seemed genuine, leaving only one suspect: Madison's daughter, Sarah.
Sophia was puzzled. "Madison's daughter? Does she have a grudge against Hope?"
Jerry explained, "Two years ago, the imposter Kimberly brought in to replace Bella was her."
The more Sophia heard, the more shocked she became. "Isn't she Madison's daughter? Why did she do something like that?"
Jerry replied, "Isn't that what I'm asking you to find out?"
"Alright." Sophia nodded, finally grasping the gravity of the situation and shifting focus. "It's not easy to get information on Madison. Only her manager, Juniper, knows everything about her."
Jerry frowned. "Juniper? Her manager?"
Sophia nodded. "Yes."
Jerry flicked the ash off his cigarette, his mind already working on a strategy. "Then think of a way."
Sophia was momentarily taken aback, then laughed incredulously. "What do you mean, think of a way? You want me to deal with her manager?"
Jerry gave a sly smile. "Women have more to talk about with each other. Isn’t this your specialty?"
Sophia rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Got it, just wait. It'll cost extra."
Jerry was uncharacteristically generous. "Okay. I'll cover your travel expenses for this trip, too."
"Thanks!" Sophia replied, her tone lightening.
She suddenly thought of something and cautiously asked, "How have you been managing your emotions lately? What does the doctor say?"
Jerry's psychologist was a friend of his, someone Sophia wasn't familiar with.
Upon hearing this, Jerry extinguished the cigarette between his fingers. "It's stable most of the time."
Sophia tentatively asked, "So you and Hope didn't make any progress last night?"
Jerry smiled. "Not really."
Hope had kissed him. Did that count?
Jerry squinted, recalling the moment when Hope lay in his arms, softly clinging to his neck and kissing him. Her long hair cascaded down, contrasting sharply with her fair, delicate skin. Just one look had ignited all his desires
But in the end, he had let Hope go. He was afraid she would regret it when she sobered up. He wanted her to willingly, both mentally and physically, give herself to him.
Sophia arched an eyebrow and continued probing, "Didn't you take the chance last night to ask her where she’s been for the past two years?"
Jerry answered, "No."
Seeing Hope in such distress, Jerry hadn't been able to think about anything else. All his thoughts were focused on restraining his desires, almost to the point of suffocation.
Sophia pondered, seemingly chatting casually, "Have you ever thought about what kind of answer you want to hear?"
Jerry asked, "What do you mean?"
Sophia pressed, "Do you want to hear that she was doing well or not well?"
Jerry lazily leaned back in his wheelchair, his body slightly stiff, eyes deep.
He had never thought about it. He just wanted to know what Hope thought of him.
For the past twenty years, he had only wished for her to be happy. Whether she was with him or not, he had wanted her to have a smooth, fulfilling life.
But in the past two years, Jerry’s feelings had shifted. He wanted Hope to be well, but only if he was with her. If she didn't have him by her side, he would 'bully' her through both good and bad times. Jerry couldn't stand the thought of Hope being with someone else. He didn't trust any other man to take care of her. She was too naive; she needed him by her side.
After a long silence, Sophia wondered, "Jerry? Are you listening?"
"Yes." Jerry snapped back to reality and pulled at his lips. "I want her to be well, better than me."
Sophia replied, "Got it."
"What do you mean?" Jerry asked.
Sophia lightly raised an eyebrow. "Have a guess?"
Sophia understood that if Jerry knew Hope had been struggling with depression for the past two years, while being deliberately made miserable and treated coldly by him, Jerry would probably go crazy.
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