The Cherished Wife

"You're questioning my manhood?" Jordan scoffed. "You said I should come to visit Mom and Dad, and here I am. Don't push your luck, Layla."

Jordan had enough of Layla's drama and turned to head into the hospital. Layla stood there, fuming, and yelled after him, "Don't play dumb, Jordan. You're still hung up on Tania, that little tramp, aren't you? Well, get over it. She's never going to fall for you!" "Layla, just stop, will you?" Jordan said through clenched teeth. "Look at yourself. Do you even remotely act like the refined lady you're supposed to be?" He would not have ended up with her if she had not tricked him in the first place. Layla's face contorted with fury, her hands balled into fists. "I never was that perfect lady, and you know it. So what if Tania is? She still spent over twenty years being treated like an orphan."

"Despicable!"

Jordan threw his hands up in frustration, too tired to keep up with Layla's nonsense. He did not want to make a scene anymore.

Peter left. Sean had managed to get a doctor to check on Nancy, and only when they were sure she was stable did Henry

worry. Charles and Peter are on it. Anna will be back before you know it," Sean comforted

so." Henry let out

by sleepless nights, his dreams a jumble

twistinto nightmares about their child being snatched away, lost to the world for over two decades, waking

brow creased with concern, and Sean straightened up, glancing toward the door. When Layla appeared, a fierce glint sparked

heard Mom was sick and in the hospital, so Jordan