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..."

began recounting everything she knew to

conversation unfold on a monitor. They could clearly hear everything Layla and Jordan

clucked his tongue and stood up, patting Peter's shoulder. "Who would've thought Jordan would throw away his own

intent. He quickly dodged

Peter, what's wrong with you!"

again, each move aimed to be lethal. Sean kept dodging, and after one round, he was left panting. He raised both hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I won't say

He glared at

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

jacket from the chair. "You caught the person,

hey... Peter, you can't just leave me hanging like that!" Sean called