The Cherished Wife

"Are you serious?" Layla's eyes lit up with disbelief as she looked at Jordan. "You're not lying to me?"

"You should know by now that I never lie. If I've promised you something, I'll keep my word," Jordan said, his gaze fixed steadily on Layla.

"We can't choose the circumstances of our birth, but we can change our destiny. I don't love you, not because you aren't a true daughter of the Hoffmans but because you've done too many things that I can't accept. If you're willing to change, I'll try to accept you, and I promise I'll never bring up divorce again."

"Really?" Layla still could not quite believe it. She only relaxed when she saw Jordan nod. However, as if something suddenly came to mind, she placed her hand over her stomach. "But..."

"But what?" Jordan looked at Layla with suspicion, unable to understand why she was still hesitating when he had gone this far. "You still don't trust me?"

"No, I believe you." Layla quickly shook her head. "I believe everything you're saying. It's just... Three years ago, I'm not entirely sure what happened to Tania, but someone called me back then, and so..."

everything she knew

were watching the conversation unfold on a monitor. They could clearly hear everything

would've thought Jordan would

sensing a surge of killing intent. He quickly dodged just as Peter swung

Peter, what's wrong with you!" He had only mentioned that Jordan

again, each move aimed to be lethal. Sean kept dodging, and after one round, he was left

did Peter lower his fists. He glared at Sean with a sharp gaze. "You've grown

are meant to hold a scalpel, not fight like you!" Sean grumbled. He was not a fan

grabbed his jacket from the chair. "You caught

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