Chapter 1163 Bargaining
Jane hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should shake her head.
She knew about the rumors regarding her injury but chose not to clarify to keep Ainslee's existence a secret. She never thought it would draw Anthony's attention.
"Why does it matter to you if Jane's injured?" Jovan's voice came from inside the villa.
Jovan stepped out in casual clothes, glaring at Anthony like he was trash to be thrown out.
Jane glanced at Jovan, who rarely spoke so harshly in front of her, sensing his anger.
When Jovan first returned, he was civil to Anthony, but now his attitude had completely changed.
Jovan never mentioned Jane's miscarriage. She thought he might have been too busy abroad to know. She also didn't like burdening him with bad news. But Jovan knew all along.
He kept quiet to avoid making her relive the pain.
"Jane, go to the third floor and look after Ainslee," Jovan said, turning to her.
He clearly wanted her out of the way.
Jane looked at Jovan, then at Anthony. Jovan was glaring at Anthony like a predator; Anthony was staring at her.
"Okay," Jane nodded, deciding to stay out of it.
As she disappeared upstairs, Jovan signaled the bodyguards to leave.
In seconds, all the black-clad bodyguards melted into the night.
Jovan tossed his jacket aside, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the rain.
Just as he reached Anthony, he threw a punch!
Anthony almost dodged but stayed still at the last moment.
The punches, mixed with rain, landed hard, one after another.
Anthony stumbled back, struggling to stay upright.
Jovan grabbed his collar and lifted him.
"Anthony, don't you think you're despicable?" Jovan snarled, rain hitting his face. "I trusted you with my sister, and how many times have you hurt her? I let past issues slide; our family feud is nothing compared to Jane's feelings."
Jovan sneered. "But look at what you've done. Made her miscarry? Is that what a decent person does? And you still have the nerve to come here?"
"I'm sorry," Anthony said.
'Sorry doesn't cut it!' Jovan shouted inwardly.
When Jane reached the third floor, Ainslee was throwing a fit.
This time, he refused to take his medicine.
Jovan wasn't kidding about Ainslee's tantrums. He had a bad temper to begin with, and being injured and sick made him even more difficult.
Injections hurt too much, so he refused them. Medicine was too bitter, so he wouldn't take it. His body ached, so he didn't want to move.
Jane often said Ainslee could find new reasons to cause trouble every day.
Hearing the noise, Ainslee looked up and saw Jane. He barely acknowledged her, his eyelids drooping.
"Disappointed it's not Jovan?" Jane teased, then realized what she said.
She awkwardly touched her nose, noticing Ainslee hadn't even caught the tease and nodded, as if saying, "Wouldn't you be disappointed?"
Jane snorted and sat on the sofa by the bed.
Before she could sit, Ainslee said, "That's Jovan's seat. You can't sit there."
Jane thought, 'I can't sit in Jovan's seat?!'
"I've worn Jovan's clothes, slept in Jovan's bed, but I can't sit on a sofa?" Jane retorted. She had even picked out this sofa!
"Anyway, you can't sit there," Ainslee insisted, looking like a stubborn, sickly tyrant with a bandage around his collarbone.
Jane rolled her eyes and sat on the sofa right in front of him.
Ainslee was furious.
He immediately called his assistant and pointed at Jane, saying, "Get me a new one tomorrow!"
Jane tilted her head and asked, "Mr. Richardson, are you really twenty-six? Are you sure you're not sixteen?"
She felt more mature than Ainslee.
Ainslee scoffed. "You're acting like a fifth grader."
Ainslee was a scientific genius with an astonishing IQ from childhood. He had the right to look down on others in terms of intelligence.
Jane gritted her teeth. "How did Jovan fall for someone like you?"
She couldn't understand it at all!
Such a bad temper, worse than hers, picky, full of ailments, harder to deal with—how could Jovan be so irrational?
"What?" Ainslee was puzzled.
Jane looked at him, equally confused.
'I've made it so clear, and you still don't get it?' she thought.
Just as Jane was conflicted, Ainslee heard Jovan coming upstairs.
Before Jovan even arrived, Ainslee shouted, "Jovan, I want candy!"
Jovan appeared at the door, changed into clean home clothes, water still dripping from his hair. He was drying his hair with a towel, his arm muscles defined.
"Keep dreaming," Jovan said, then asked the nurse, "Did he take his medicine?"
The nurse shook her head awkwardly. "Mr. Richardson said it's too bitter."
"Jovan, I want candy. I'll take the medicine if I get candy," Ainslee tried to strike a deal.
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