His Precious Love

Chapter 300 Name

Ringo dialed the hotel’s front desk using the internal line and asked them to send someone up to clean the room. Then, he ordered dinner as well. Meanwhile, Jefferson tore open the envelope and took out the few pieces of paper inside.

A photo dropped out as he had made too large of an opening when ripping the envelope.

Jefferson picked up the picture and took a glance. The photo featured a gorgeous Aplothian woman with pursed lips and a faint smile. Her arms seemed to be linked with another person’s, but the other half of the photo was cut out.

He casually placed the picture on the table afterward and began browsing through the papers’ content.

After he read for a few seconds, his breathing turned laborious, and his expression changed. He rapidly turned to the second page. Then, he seemed to have interpreted some information on the piece of paper because his pupils suddenly constricted, and his hands started to tremble.

After finishing the third page, his hands stopped shaking. A conflicted expression spread across his face as he fixated his blue, dull-looking eyes on the paper.

Cough! Cough! He began coughing violently after staying silent for a few seconds and even spewed a mouthful of blood.

“Sir!” Hearing the disturbance, Ringo hurried over and saw Jefferson coughing up blood profusely. He immediately went to the bedroom and took out the medication from the medicine pouch he had brought along.

He quickly removed two pills and poured a glass of warm water before handing them to Jefferson.

“Take them away. I don’t want to eat the medication!” Jefferson abruptly bellowed and waved his hand roughly, swatting the medicine and glass of water to the floor.

His outburst frightened Ringo.

Ringo picked up the pills and poured another glass of water for Jefferson before uttering through gritted teeth, “Sir, you said you wanted to gift Ms. Garland the present. You won’t live past three months if you don’t take your medications.”

Perhaps the mention of Rayna’s name struck the soft spot in Jefferson’s heart. He glanced up at Ringo, accepted the glass of water, and swallowed the pills.

beautiful woman. I think I’ve seen

He guessed the latter must’ve lost control of his emotions because

was contemplating how he should ask the question when Jefferson, eyes boring into the picture on the table, piped up in a deep voice, “Ringo, do you know who that woman

head. “I don’t know. She’s

“She’s my mother.”

Then, he took another few looks at the

did he recall seeing the oil painting of a woman hanging on the right wall when he first entered Boniel’s study. The woman in the painting wore a wedding dress, but her facial features were identical to the

daze, watching the painting at that time. Boniel smiled gently as he asked, “That is

out, she

grin and muttered, “No wonder he assigned Dorothy to stay by my side. He already knew

“Sir,

examined it before removing another photo. After glancing at the picture and laughing bitterly, he tossed the photo at

the picture and was dumbfounded when he saw the woman on

As he spoke, he looked up at Jefferson and noticed

father who sent these.” Jefferson’s voice was almost

as Jefferson, lying on the couch,

through the pages, Ringo’s countenance evolved from an initial look of perplexity to an incredulous expression. He reread the three pieces of paper ten times with

Subsequently, Kenneth Verlice brought her to Jetroina, married her, and

ceiling while uttering emotionlessly, “He must’ve been looking forward to how I would

bring you down using this matter. You

my brother and is willing to die for him. There’s

this because of Old Mrs. Terblanc, that’s a bigger no-no.” Ringo could guess what Jefferson was thinking since he had read the letter. He said anxiously, “Mr. Cyrus deeply resents you and Old Mrs. Terblanc because of the incident involving his mother, Yvette, ending her own life. He said he had requested the doctor to remove the blood clot in Old Mrs. Terblanc’s brain to allow her to recover her memories. In that case, he must’ve also told her all these things. He’s clearly trying

with Old Mrs. Terblanc at Norwal City. Cyrus must have

mother. I’ve never met her since I was born. Everything I

letters written by his mother and her heart-warming words. “Even if her appearance has changed, her gaze must still be as gentle as ever. I reckon she’ll be delighted if she can see