The Wrong Woman

Chapter 978

When Imogen saw Jasper's approaching car, she froze in shock and hesitated, uncertain about getting in.

Jasper courteously opened the door for her, a puzzled expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"This car must be worth a fortune, right? If something happens to it, we can't afford the repairs," Imogen fretted anxiously.

Jasper was about to reassure her, but after some consideration, he replied, "It's fine. Just be careful."

Imogen nodded earnestly and settled into the car. During the drive, she provided Jasper with the address.

An hour later, they parked in front of a dilapidated building in the old city quarter. Imogen stepped out and waved at Jasper. "You should head back now. I'll see you at the city hall tomorrow."

Jasper leaned out of the car, returning her wave as he watched Imogen walk away. His gaze lingered on the dilapidated building ahead, a sense of melancholy settling within him.

Imogen climbed up to the eighth floor, her breath heavy and labored. Exhaustion consumed her. Living on the top floor without an elevator meant scaling eight flights of stairs daily, a task that drained her energy each time.

She tossed her frog costume into a corner and slumped onto the sofa, feeling as though her spirit might depart her body at any moment. Today's flurry of activities had taken a toll far beyond her expectations.

middle-aged man with a limp descended from the rooftop, a basket of freshly

you're back?"

voice and hurried over

her the clothes, and together they slowly made their way down to the living

I'm getting married," Imogen

momentarily taken aback, though he was not entirely surprised. Marriage was a natural milestone as daughters grew up. It was about

he from?" Gregory

to Uncle Brandon. Aunt Eloise introduced us. His name is

spoke calmly. "If Eloise introduced him, he must be decent. What's his family background? Will they look down

replied thoughtfully, "In that case, both of you should work hard together. The future will

dowry, so don't accept anything from his family. Gregory folded the clothes neatly, carrying them into the room as he

courage and inquired, "Dad, we wish to

and limped back out. In a warm tone, he replied, "If you don't mind the cramped and old house, you

overjoyed. "Thanks,

family. There's no