Chapter 890 He Will Listen to Me
Jane emerged from the hotel and drove directly to a members-only coffee shop in the business district.
Upon her arrival, the doorman asked for Jane's name before escorting her inside. As he led her inside, he said, "Ms. Watkins, the guest at table 5 by the window has been waiting for you."
After ensuring she found the table, he left.
The back of the guest at table 5 was facing Jane. Even from behind, Jane could tell the other party was a middle-aged woman. She noted the other party's attire: a classic Louis Vuitton suit, an Hermès bag, a jade bracelet on her left wrist, and a ruby ring on her left ring finger. Jane thought to herself that a younger person would not opt for such a traditional choice of jewelry, particularly a ruby ring on that specific finger.
Almost immediately, Jane surmised the identity of the party. A wave of resistance surged through her, and her eyes narrowed with displeasure. After taking a deep breath, she approached the table.
"Mrs. Clark." Ann, leisurely sipping her coffee, scrutinized Jane from head to toe before she observed Jane's expression closely.
"You do know that Jovan is missing, right? You don't seem sad at all. You really are a cold-blooded monster!"
Jane was in no mood for trivial conversation. She asked bluntly, "You mentioned you had information about Jovan’s whereabouts. Where is my brother?"
Jane had initially planned to rush to the airport with her passport to fly to Moalia after receiving a call from the hospital. However, she remembered halfway there that she had been framed by Anthony and was barred from entering Moalia. It was then that she received a call from Ann claiming to have information about Jovan, which led her to this meeting.
"I don't know," Ann replied calmly.
"Are you playing games with me?" Jane's expression darkened, her gaze intense and threatening as if she might physically throw Ann off the second floor of the coffee shop.
Ann remained unfazed as she said, "However, I can find the information for you. You are well aware that the Clark family’s network and resources are far more extensive than your own."
'So, she's feigning innocence while harboring ulterior motives.'
Jane sneered. "Are you threatening me with Jovan again?"
"Yes," Ann admitted without hesitation, leveraging Jovan against Jane, "Jane, Anthony is already on the hunt for Jovan. If you want to find your brother quickly and ensure his safety, you will have to cooperate with me."
"Jovan has become what he is now all because of Anthony. Even if Anthony discovers where Jovan is, do you think he will allow Jovan to live?" Jane challenged.
"Jane, Anthony is my son. He will listen to me," Ann asserted confidently.
Upon hearing this, Jane could not help but laugh. Indeed, Anthony had always been a dutiful son. Initially, she had envisioned a future with Anthony by her side, treating him as one of the most important people in her life. She had been willing to defy Jovan for Anthony's sake, prepared to surrender everything to him.
However, Jane's profound affection proved no match for Ann's words in Anthony's heart. At that time, Ann had said, "Anthony, aren't you going to consider my feelings? Do you want me to spend the rest of my life staring at her face, constantly reminded of my deceased daughter and your late sister?"
Ann had said these devastating words when Jane confronted Anthony for destroying the Watkins family. At that time, she had set aside all her dignity to ask if he still wanted her. In the end, Anthony chose to walk away, shattering her pride.
"What do you want me to do?" Jane asked.
Ann's smile broadened, the malice barely concealed beneath her grin. "I want you to come to the Clark family and take care of Aurora."
"What did you say?" Jane was momentarily stunned, her mind grappling with disbelief, suspecting she had misheard.
"I said, I want you to come to the Clark family to look after Aurora," Ann repeated calmly, "Aurora is six months pregnant and often feels isolated at the Clark residence. I want you to keep her company, talk with her..."
Was Ann treating her like a toy?
Seeing the incredulous and stunned expression on Jane's face, Ann added, "Of course, you can refuse, but then you might receive news of Jovan's death. In fact, you might not even get the chance to hear about it!"
"Ann, watch your words!" Jane's expression turned icy. Insulting her was one thing, but dragging Jovan into this crossed a line.
As Jane spoke, Ann, overcome with anger and humiliation, abruptly stood up and flung the coffee in her hand at Jane’s face. The warm, brown liquid cascaded down Jane's radiant face, staining her neck and dripping onto her white chiffon blouse.
"Jane! I am your elder. How dare you speak so rudely to me? Don’t you want Jovan to have a chance to return?!"
Jane blinked. Her appearance was miserable at this moment.
'She's using Jovan to threaten me again…'
"What's going on here?"
At this moment, the tension was pierced by a gentle female voice.
Aurora, clad in a flowing white maternity dress, entered the scene. Her figure had rounded with pregnancy and her belly was prominent, lending her an aura of gentle loveliness.
Jane had always thought Flora was the epitome of gentleness until she met Aurora, who embodied true delicacy and elegance.
The pregnant Aurora seemed almost ethereal, her presence evoking an instinctual desire to protect.
Upon seeing Aurora, Ann’s demeanor shifted instantly from harshness to warmth. She smiled, took Aurora’s hand, and helped her to sit down.
"Aurora, why are you here?" Ann’s voice softened, contrasting sharply with the harshness she had just shown Jane.
"After I finished buying baby supplies, I came here. You mentioned you were in this area, and I was close by. I decided to come and pick you up for dinner," Aurora explained. Then she turned to look at Jane awkwardly and asked, "What happened between you and Ms. Watkins?"
"Jane disrespected me and raised her voice at me, so I was teaching her a lesson she deserved," Ann responded with a casual ease that belied her earlier ferocity.
If Jane had not been in such a distressing state, she might have laughed outright at the audacity of the statement. Older individuals certainly possessed a cunning ability to spin situations. Ann’s version of events, while technically including the truth of Jane’s shouting, conveniently omitted the provocations that led to it.
Aurora glanced uneasily between the two women, her expression a mixture of confusion and skepticism, seemingly not fully convinced by Ann’s explanation. She then offered Jane an apologetic smile, as if to excuse Ann’s behavior.
Jane could not help but find the entire situation bitterly ironic.
"Jane, what about the proposal I made earlier?" Ann asked, placing a hand on Aurora’s belly. She continued, "After all, Aurora will be giving birth in three or four months. It won’t take up much of your time, and you can also personally take care of Anthony’s wife and child. Isn’t that also a way to make up for past regrets? Not every woman has this opportunity."
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