Love Letters From My EX

Jared stopped tapping on his desk and was quite sure that his guess was right.

Otherwise, he could not explain why they would send a fake Makayla to the Gardner’s. Certainly, they did not send her to comfort Mr. and Mrs. Gardner.

Over this, Jared looked at Ben and said, “Delete whatever materials you found, especially those related to Judy Lashley’s real identity. The most importantly, you should ensure no one will find the DNA samples in hospitals are fake.”

He wanted to ensure no one would discover the real identity of the fake Makayla.

If Ben could find it out, then there would certainly be someone else able to do it. So, he had no choice but helping them ensure no one would find out the truth.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ben immediately understood Jared’s purpose. So, he nodded before left and got started instantly.

In the following a few days the news about the issues between Amber and Makenna became less and less popular among the media.

After all, it was the future that mattered.

One day, as Amber and Jeremy Lynch was planning to go to the show at South Riverside in office, her phone rang suddenly. It was from the police office.

Amber answered, “Hello, Amber Reed speaking.”

“Ms. Reed, the time of Makenna’s trial was determined. It’s set at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. It is required that you be present on time,” said a police officer.

Amber nodded gently and said, “I will.”

Then she put down the phone.

“What’s up, Amber?” asked Jeremy.

“The time of Makenna’s trial was set. 2:00 tomorrow afternoon,” replied Amber.

A sense of darkness flashed in Jeremy’s eyes. But he put a smile on his face and said, “That’s great. I will keep you company tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Amber nodded.

“Ms. Reed.” Sheila Dawson knocked the door and came in.

Amber and Jeremy turned to look at her simultaneously.

“What’s up?” asked Amber.

Sheila stood at the door and did not come in, “I have made the appointment for the hospital abroad. The hospital asked when you will be available.”

“Hospital? Are you ill, Amber?” Jeremy’s face changed a bit and looked at Amber with much concern.

Amber smiled, “Don’t worry. I’m fine. It’s ob-gyn.”

After that, she looked at Sheila, “Got it. I will go this Saturday’s evening.”

Today was Wednesday. She needed to watch Jere’s runway show this Friday and take the surgery this Saturday. Then she could get back this Sunday.

“I know. Then I will inform the hospital.” Sheila nodded slightly and left with the door closed behind her.

Jeremy looked downward at Amber’s belly, “You are going to take an antenatal examination or…”

“I am going to have an abortion,” she stroked her belly and replied in a calm voice, “Considering what Makenna had asked Elias Lansdale to do before, I don’t trust any domestic hospital anymore. Actually, I’ve got my visa a few weeks ago. But I’ve been busy recently. However, I’ve been pregnant for as long as three months. I can’t wait any longer; otherwise, it would be much more difficult to have an abortion.”

But that’s only part of the reason.

Another reason was that she was afraid that she would hate to be part with the child. After all, she was the mom of the baby.

Hearing what she said, a sense of regret flashed in Jeremy’s eyes. But soon, he lowered his eyelids and remained smiling, “Then I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to. I remember you said that you would have role to play in a show to this Saturday. You won’t be available then. Cole will be with me. Don’t bother.” Amber patted his shoulder.

Jeremy heaved a seemingly disappointed sigh, “Fine.”

He looked as if he were a kid who didn’t get the sweets he wanted. Seeing this, Amber opened the drawer smilingly and made him a cup of mint tea, “Hey, cheer up. Here’s a cup of mint tea. You love it, don’t you?”

The fragrance of the cup of mint tea made Jeremy’s eyes look quite dark. But he put a forced smile on his face and said, “Thank you, Amber. It’s my favorite.”

Picking up the cup and having a sip of tea, he looked quite happy.

But in his mind, he knew that he was not happy at all. He actually hated to drink mint tea.

The one who loved mint tea was Jared Farrell, not him.

But he could not say those to Amber. He couldn’t imagine how Amber would think after knowing he was imitating Jared.

Maybe she would see him as if he were a monster, which would drive him mad.

After finishing the mint tea in the cup, Jeremy said goodbye and left.

Amber said she would see him off. But he declined.

After he closed the door behind him, the smile faded gradually on his face. Then coldness was written all over on his face.

In front of the elevator. He bent over before a potted flower after pressing the button.

Then he opened his mouth and put his finger into it then he vomited up the mint tea he had just drunk.

Then he took a deep breathe and took out a piece of handkerchief. Before he could wipe his mouth, he heard a woman said sneeringly behind him, “You have just come out from Ms. Reed’s office and you vomited up what you drank in there. If Ms. Reed knows it…”

The expression on his face changed a bit and then he turned away to stare at the woman venomously.

The woman was taken aback by his eyes. But she soon calmed down and whistled before she said smilingly, “Your eyes look quite scary. That’s the real you, right?”

“If you dare to tell Amber, I’ll snap your neck,” Jeremy said coldly with his handkerchief clenched in his fist.

Stella Chan said nonchalantly while playing with a strand of her hair, “Wow, I’m scared.”

Jeremy’s lips twitched.

Scared?

He did not see the faintest hint of fear in her eyes.

She was a murder. How could a murder be threatened by him?

Jeremy didn’t bother to deal with her and turned away to walk towards the elevator.

“Wait,” Stella held him hastily, “Ms. Reed won’t know it if you give me your hair.”

“That’s impossible!” Jeremy squinted and refused directly.

“Then I will tell Ms. Reed.”

“Have it your own way,” Jeremy stared at her sneeringly, “If you do, I can tell Amber I would vomit because I feel indisposed. She will believe my words, not yours.”

Stella was stunned.

He was right.

After all, he knew Ms. Reed longer than she did.

“Well, well, well, but I need your hair anyway,” Stella began to look quite serious, “You’ve refused me for several times. If it were someone else, he would definitely want to know who is his father out of curiosity. But you constantly refuse to do so. For my part, you are just escaping.”

“You said I’m escaping?” Jeremy said with his hands clenched into fists.

Stella noticed his hands and smiled faintly, “You are refusing to accept the fact that your father is Edmund Rylands, not Bobby Lynch, aren’t you?”