Chapter 389

Chapter 389

Jessa stared at us desperately, as if we'd be committing some unforgivable sin by refusing to help her.

She was shaking with sobs—I genuinely worried she might cry herself into fainting.

This was happening in my home. If something went wrong here, God only knew what the media would write about it.

And if Levi got dragged into this mess, the rumors would spread like wildfire.

Then he'd be forced to issue some statement defending her, which would effectively help her anyway.

I couldn't let Levi get caught up in this. I didn't want our family destabilized by her drama.

"Stop crying. It won't help. You need to investigate and figure out how this information got leaked in the first place."

Exhausted from crying, Jessa shook her head helplessly. "It's useless. These things take time. The hospital's being completely bureaucratic—they won't cooperate at all. And I don't have any proof that they screwed up."

The trending topics had exploded out of nowhere. She'd been preparing her comeback, and then—boom—blindsided.

"You can't just camp out at my house. You need to find more useful channels."

I wanted to guide her toward leaving without making this uglier than it had to be.

"Levi can do it. He has the ability."

Jessa was convinced Levi could make this all go away.

But he had no reason to help her anymore.

Suppressing this kind of public backlash wasn't just about manpower—it required serious money. Even if Levi had superhuman abilities, he couldn't silence everyone.

"My husband doesn't have that kind of power. You've come to the wrong person."

I defended Levi firmly. I didn't want to see him put in this position.

"Can you really speak for him?" she suddenly challenged.

I almost laughed at the audacity. Levi had just asked her to leave—his position couldn't have been clearer.

I said seriously, "I'll be honest with you—yes, I can speak for him. If you leave now, you can keep some dignity. Don't wait until someone has to throw you out."

"How times have changed. You never used to dare raise your voice."

"That's because I didn't find it worth the effort."

Jessa smiled bitterly. "Blair, you don't need to pretend with me. I know exactly how Levi treated you before. When he and I were together, you just stood there watching. You didn't get a say in anything."

"You're right—I didn't get a say. But things have changed now. I do have a voice. Ask him if you don't believe me."

Jessa fell silent. She knew perfectly well that my position in Levi's heart had become important—otherwise he wouldn't have cut ties with her so decisively.

No one deliberately humiliates themselves. Not even her.

"Just go. Stop embarrassing yourself in my home. You could've spent this time finding answers."

Jessa stared at Levi. "Levi, you really won't help me?"

"My wife has made things perfectly clear."

Levi didn't name me specifically—he just said 'my wife.' Those two words were enough to send Jessa packing.

She smiled bitterly and nodded slowly. "Okay. I understand. I'm sorry, Levi. I shouldn't have bothered you."

She left looking defeated. Watching her walk away, I felt a strange mix of emotions.

She'd once gloated in front of me. Now she was reaping what she'd sown.

Levi and I stood quietly, watching her go.

"Do you still want to help her? Does her situation make your heart ache?"

I bit my lip and looked up at him. I couldn't detect any regret in his eyes.

"Do you know something?"

Levi suddenly asked, his tone probing. I was caught off guard.

"About what?"

"Her situation. Do you know something about it?"

He must have noticed me steering Jessa toward investigating. I had overheard the nurses talking, but I had no direct evidence that Jenna was behind this.

And I hadn't had time to look into the connection between Arabella and Jenna's family.

"I don't know anything."

Levi studied me intently, perhaps trying to see if I'd show any guilt.

After a long moment, he looked away.

"I don't meddle in other people's business. Her affairs interest me even less. What are you suspecting?"

"I'm not suspecting anything."

Levi said firmly that he wasn't suspecting me. I believed him.

But it was obvious he suspected I knew more than I was saying.

I sat down slowly and took a small sip of tea.

"She and I don't run in the same circles. Our past conflicts are behind us. As long as she doesn't harass me, I certainly won't go looking for trouble with her."

A vein twitched in Levi's arm.

"The past is the past. I'm willing to move forward. She won't come between us again, right?"

Facing my question, Levi's expression darkened. What he and Jessa had done to me couldn't be erased.

He should feel guilty about it.

But I didn't want to see him torn. I didn't want to dwell on the past. I wanted to give us a fresh start.

"If you won't answer, I'll take your silence as agreement. I'm not dwelling on it anymore. It's pointless."

I said this deliberately, letting him know I'd let go of the past and hoping he'd do the same.

Levi didn't respond. He just stood there.

I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'm going back to tending my flowers. I won't interfere with your decisions. If you have regrets, you're free to do what you want."

"You don't trust me?"

I smiled. "That's not what I mean. You're not heartless. She was crying her eyes out just now—even I felt a little sorry for her."

"You want to help her?"

"That's a ridiculous question. If the whole world wanted to help her, I'd be the one person who wouldn't. How could I possibly forgive her? She was my rival. She destroyed my home and stole my happiness."

I just felt that Levi should have his freedom. If he really wanted to help her, I wouldn't stop him. In my heart, he was absolutely free.

Though I'd definitely be hurt—because no one wants their partner still hung up on another woman.

"Stop overthinking. I haven't said a single dishonest word."

Levi turned and walked away. His words were somewhat cold, but to me they weren't bad—at least he'd bothered to say something that seemed reassuring, even if pointless.

Those words offered security, but they were also detached.

Sometimes I wondered—if he embraced me passionately in my moments of vulnerability, I probably couldn't handle it. My feelings of unworthiness always surfaced at certain moments, spiraling out of control.

"He's still too perceptive."

I didn't know where I'd slipped up. My thoughts never seemed to escape his notice. If he was asking probing questions, he probably already had some answers.

I picked up my pruning shears and turned them over in my hand. I hadn't expected Jessa to come running to him again so soon. Was she just desperate? Or had she never let go of the idea of getting back together with him?