365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 151: Nearly Miscarried

Jenson’s cold gaze lifted towards Crystal, and at that moment, Crystal felt her heart stop as a chill rose from the soles of her feet.

She barely held herself up, with reddened eyes, she said, "Just now, my sister and aunt almost got into a fight, I was too anxious..."

Katherine frowned and shielded Crystal behind her, saying.

"Jenson, her hand just got a scratch, why is she so sensitive! Crystal was almost pushed to the point of miscarriage, and besides, mom’s wrist was pinched blue by her, Crystal was just protecting mom, she’s the good child..."

Jenson interrupted her incessant chatter, "Mother, how did you find out I was hospitalized?"

He had ordered to keep the news of his injury sealed and did not tell anyone in the Forrest Family.

When Crystal called, she had begged Katherine not to tell Jenson she was the one who informed him.

Katherine, with a solemn face, "Of course, mom came to the hospital to see Eighth, accidentally saw Timothy coming in and out of the hospital, and then found out about your injury! You should stop hiding from me, you got hurt because of Zinnia, right.

Jenson, can you stop protecting this troublemaker, hasn’t she hurt you enough? Crystal has your child in her belly, you..."

Jenson interrupted Katherine’s words, "I say it again, the child in her belly is not mine!"

He said this with such conviction and certainty.

Not a hint of ambiguity, leaving Katherine no room for further thought.

Katherine was shocked, she found it hard to accept this fact and angrily said.

"Jenson, how can you not acknowledge your own flesh and blood for Zinnia, if the child isn’t yours, why did you agree to the amniotic fluid puncture for paternity testing two days ago?"

A cold chill appeared in Jenson’s eyes as he looked at Crystal, "Have I ever touched you? Is the child in your belly mine, Jenson Forrest’s?"

The man’s eyes were deeply cold, and his gaze was as oppressive as a collapsing snow mountain, making Crystal’s face turn pale.

She hadn’t expected Jenson to deny it so completely.

She thought Jenson would certainly hold back from speaking the truth before her child was stable.

Katherine turned around, unable to contain her urgency as she urged Crystal.

"Crystal, say something! Wasn’t it you who told me the child is Jenson’s?"

She was hoping the child in Crystal’s belly could be matched for Eighth.

Crystal’s body swayed, but under Jenson’s cold, harsh gaze, she dared not feign fainting or play tricks anymore.

She could feel that Jenson had no tolerance for her anymore.

Her lips were pale, crying as she looked at Katherine, "I... Aunt, I never explicitly said the child is Young Master Forrest’s, it was your misunderstanding."

Looking at her pitifully, innocently, Katherine felt a surge of anger and frustration, as if her chest was blocked by old blood, and her vision darkened.

Jenson coldly said, "Mother said she knew I was injured, worried about me, but hadn’t spoken a word of concern about my injuries, instead had served as a pawn superbly!"

Katherine’s face turned alternating shades of red and white, she turned back, "Jenson, mom wasn’t..."

She wanted to explain, but Jenson was unwilling to hear more.

The man glanced at Ryder standing not far off, then shifted his gaze towards Crystal.

Then he forcibly embraced Zinnia’s waist, taking her into the ward, and with a bang, shut the ward door.

Katherine was blocked outside the door, her expression extremely embarrassed, and seething with anger.

She turned around, raised her hand, and slapped Crystal hard on the face.

"You bitch! What are you, daring to deceive me!"

"Aunt, listen to my explanation..."

Slap!

Crystal wanted to quibble, just spoke up, and Katherine slapped her again, causing Crystal a ringing in her ears and fresh blood to seep from the corner of her mouth.

"Aunt, I’m sorry, I...ah!"

Before Crystal could utter another sound, Katherine grabbed her hair and slapped her hard twice again.

Katherine’s fingernails were long and manicured, directly scratching Crystal’s face.

Crystal’s screams drew nurses to curiously peek, Katherine, concerned about her image, only then let go of Crystal.

She tidied her messy clothes, spat at Crystal, and quickly left.

Crystal staggered backward, Ryder then stepped forward to support her, saying.

"Miss Sutton should seek less recognition, if the child in her belly indeed runs into an issue, Miss Sutton might end up with nothing."

Crystal pushed Ryder away in humiliation, covering her face, said nothing and left in embarrassment.

The ward door closed, Zinnia could also hear the commotion outside of Katherine hitting Crystal.

She pressed her lips, unable to quite recover.

The child of Crystal is really not Jenson’s.

Also, the Sutton Family and the Forrest Family were acquaintances, before Katherine had always been friendly towards Crystal.

Between her and Crystal, Katherine clearly wanted Crystal to be her daughter-in-law.

Now discovering Crystal deceived her, Katherine was so agitated, resorting to violence...

"Is Eighth’s condition really severe?" Zinnia asked Jenson, frowning.

Katherine clearly pinned all her hopes on Crystal, losing her composure like this, does it mean she feels treating Eighth is hopeless?

"You should care for yourself first."

Jenson pulled Zinnia to the bedside to sit, grabbed the iodine from the bedside table and took her hand.

With a cotton swab dipped in iodine, he applied it to the scratched surface, creating a slight sting.

Zinnia shrank her hand, "Be gentle."

"Sensitive, huh!"

Jenson lightly scoffed, but his actions paused.

He even instinctively lowered his head to gently blow on her hand’s back, his thumb soothingly rubbed at her wrist bone.

Zinnia stared at the man, watched his slow, gentle movements, watched his slightly furrowed brow, watched his seemingly tender and affectionate gaze.

Her angry heart seemed to dissipate mostly at once.

She remembered, she was never afraid of pain or sensitive before.

Because she suffered injuries a lot during childhood.

When beaten by York Lawrence until she was on the brink of death, she gritted her teeth without a tear, persistently silent in pain without begging.

Back then, she wasn’t afraid of pain, had a tough disposition.

But who knew that after arriving at the Forrest Family, her sensitivity was slowly nurtured back by Jenson.

Back then, she was covered in injuries, Jenson went through great effort clearing her scars.

Internal, external treatments, she even underwent scar removal surgery, clearing away minor scars completely.

The severe ones were still visible, which she never minded herself.

But Jenson found them unsightly, he said, "My Seventh is meant to dance beautifully on stage, under countless focused gazes, how can there be scars?"

But Zinnia understood, he didn’t want her to reflect on those past scars, constantly recalling the days of abuse and beatings at the Lawrence Family, like a nightmare.

Later, he really put effort into finding a salve, claiming it was a courtly secret for skin rejuvenation and scar removal.

He supervised her application earnestly for over two years, nurturing her skin into porcelain perfection before stopping.

Since then, Zinnia became sensitive again.

Possibly because she knew too well the sensation of pain, or knew there was someone who cared and felt for her, she grew fearful of pain.

But four years ago that night, when she was injured by him, she ended up in hospital, yet he vanished.

She lost her brother who was tender towards her.

Now seeing the man’s tense, caring demeanor, Zinnia’s eyes slightly watered, she didn’t want to dispute anything.

She wanted to grasp the happiness she could hold, never feeling so close to happiness before.

Zinnia reversed her grip on Jenson’s hand, her hold rather firm.

Jenson paused slightly, looked up and raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong?"

Gazes locked together, Zinnia asked him again, "Third Brother, if Crystal’s child isn’t yours, whose is it?"