Chapter 199

Chapter 199
Especially Anna—she was so angry she could barely stand. Could he not bear to hear anyone say a single bad word about Jane?

John suddenly looked at her.

She didn't have time to hide the anger and hatred in her eyes, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Since you two care so much about your grandfather, why not come back tomorrow? With the old man hospitalized, you'll have plenty of chances to show your devotion. Jane doesn't have time to stay at the hospital constantly. Yet you deliberately chose to come when she's here to show your filial piety. If something happens to the old man's health, who's responsible—Jane, or you two?"

John's words hit the nail on the head. Larry and Anna's faces changed at the same time.

Jane was actually surprised. She hadn't expected him to understand her intention.

She thought he would be like Larry, assuming she had some hidden agenda.

Anna felt both hateful and unwilling to give up. She looked at John pitifully—was he determined to take Jane's side?

But John didn't even glance at her. From start to finish, he only looked at Jane.

Anna felt her heart pierced by the scene before her. Just now, he kept saying "Jane" this and "Jane" that—had things between him and Jane become this intimate already?

But what could she do, no matter how unwilling? He was clearly telling them to leave.

She had no choice but to bite her lip and say, "John has a point. With so many of us at the hospital, Grandpa definitely can't rest well. I'll come back tomorrow then."

Though she said this, she didn't move at all. She still looked at John reluctantly and asked tentatively, "John, aren't you leaving?"

"Mm."

That single indifferent word pierced Anna's heart again.

But she wasn't willing to give up—wasn't willing to let Jane be so smug.

So she looked at John with concern: "But there's no extra bed in this ward. How will you rest if you stay here? Why don't I have Kevin arrange another room next door so you can rest properly?"

Her attentive advice was like that of a wife.

Jane was too lazy to watch anymore. She gave John a cold glance, turned around, and went into Grandpa's bedroom.

John watched her suddenly cold and distant back, couldn't help but frown, and his tone toward Anna became even colder: "No need for you to meddle. Please leave."

Anna bit her lip hard. With no other choice, she had to go.

The ward finally returned to quiet.

During this time, the old director came by once to check on the old man's condition and talked with Jane for a bit.

Jane remained indifferent throughout and didn't initiate conversation with John.

John felt frustrated. Was it his imagination, or did she suddenly become cold and distant toward him? He hadn't done anything wrong—when Larry was bullying her, he even defended her.

He saw Jane go into the kitchen to personally make food for the two elderly people.

He suddenly remembered when they were still together, she would often make dishes he liked. Though he didn't appreciate it and rarely ate them, he remembered that her cooking was very good.

He suddenly felt hungry.

But making food for four people would indeed be quite tiring for her.

He stood at the kitchen door, watching her busy figure, and finally spoke up: "Um, I'll have Kevin send some food over. What do you want to eat?"

"No need. Grandpa's in a special situation now and needs special care."

A cold sentence, rejecting his kind offer.

In less than half an hour, Jane had prepared three dishes and a soup.

She served portions for the two elderly people and brought them in, originally planning to feed Grandpa herself.

But the old lady felt sorry for her. "Jane, stop fussing. I can feed your grandpa. You go out and eat with John."

Jane couldn't refuse. Plus there was no suitable table in the ward, so she had to go to the living room, bring out the other half of the food, and personally served two bowls of millet porridge, placing one in front of John.

He tasted the long-missed warmth in the food.

"Your cooking is very good." He didn't hold back his praise.

"Is it?" she asked indifferently.

"What, Miss Watson isn't confident in her cooking skills?"

"No, it's because that's not what you used to say."

Her cold statement seemed to carry no emotion at all.

John was suddenly curious—what exactly had he said in the past?

He couldn't remember anymore.

He wanted to ask her, but in this moment, he suddenly lost the courage to ask. What if what he said in the past was too harsh?

Jane seemed to see through his thoughts. She figured there was no need to be hostile toward John—otherwise, when would her plan to get Sammy and Sophie back ever succeed?

Forget it, might as well take the olive branch when offered.

They were almost done eating anyway. She glanced at him, then at the dishes, then at him again. Her look seemed to say: Is Mr. Smith really going to just eat without helping clean up?

John was also speechless: When had he ever done this kind of work?

Besides, Kevin was standing right outside the door. One call and Kevin would immediately come clean up.

But somehow, under Jane's matter-of-fact gaze, he couldn't say the word "no." He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his expensive shirt and took the dishes to the kitchen.

Jane had been running around all day and felt very tired. She lay on the sofa, taking out her phone to message Janet, wanting her to help look after Sammy and Sophie. However, before she finished typing the message, she had already fallen asleep.

When John came out of the kitchen, this was the scene he saw.

She was sleeping deeply, her phone screen still lit, stopped on the WeChat chat page with Janet.

He casually glanced at it—there was a sentence in the input box: "I'm at the hospital taking care of Grandpa, won't be coming home tonight, please help me take care of..."

The rest wasn't written.

But John could guess—probably asking her to help take care of the kids.

He originally didn't want to get involved, but he was also a father and understood that blood connection between parents and children. If he didn't come home for a long time, Sophie would worry about him too.

So he added the two words "the kids" and sent it to Janet.

The lights in the room were too bright. He turned them off and sat down beside her. In the moonlight, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, his mind involuntarily went over her series of unusual behaviors today.

Everything had been fine before, but it seemed like ever since Anna's "earnest concern," she had become cold and distant toward him... So, was she jealous?