Before Yvonne could figure out what Jacqueline was scheming, Shane already knew it very well.
He took off his spectacles, revealing his icy gaze, " What photos did you take?"
When Jacqueline saw Shane's reaction, she was a little frightened. However, she pretended to be
unfazed. "I took what I should and what I shouldnât," she said with a smirk.
"Delete it!" Shane walked up directly in front of her and glared down at the woman.
Jacqueline hid her phone behind her back, "I'm not going to delete anything. Itâs evidence."
"Are you going to use those photos to threaten me or m y sister-in-law?" Shane clenched his fist as
if he intended to punch her if she said something wrong.
Jacqueline tidied her wig composedly, "I don't dare to threaten you. After all, my life is still in your
hands. As for Miss Frey..."
She let out a cold laugh and changed the subject before she finished her sentence, "Shane, my
wound is very itchy so I wanted to ask you about it. Since youâre busy now, Iâll just go back to my
ward."
After she said that, she turned her wheelchair and left.
Yvonne was just befuddled by the entire conversation.
She couldn't understand what Jacqueline's words meant.
"What were you two talking about?" Yvonne turned to look at Shane.
Shane wore his spectacles, "Sis-in-law, you really have no idea?"
Yvonne shook her head.
She wouldnât have asked if she knew.
"Ignorance can sometimes be a blessing," Shane smiled resignedly while he explained, "She took a
photo when you were touching my chin."
"Does it even matter?" Yvonne crooked her head.
If they were photographed, then so be it.
She didn't feel that it was a big deal.
"Does it matter?" Shane couldnât help raising a brow," Sis-in-law, arenât you worried that she would
show those photos to Henry and make him misunderstand you?"
Yvonne finally understood the situation.
"When you said she was going to threaten us, you meant this?"
"Yes," Shane nodded, "She will most likely show Henry the photos she took to give him the wrong
impression that there is something between us." "She can do what she wants," Yvonne shrugged
her shoulders indifferently.
Shane looked at her with surprise, "Sis-in-law, you're really not worried that Henry might
misunderstand things?"
"My conscience is clear and that's all that matters. Besides, both of you are long-time friends. If he
canât even trust you, I think he'll have to get his eyes examined by you." Yvonne had a completely
unperturbed expression on her face.
Shane laughed out, amused by her words, "Sis-in-law, arenât you afraid that I will tell Shane about
the way you're describing him now?" 4
Yvonne's expression stiffened. "Dr. Summers, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. Can you just
pretend that you hear didn't what I said? Please don't tell Shane, pretty please," Yvonne pleaded
pitifully. ~i
"I can promise not to tell him, but you have to agree to one condition," the tips of Shane's eyes
slanted slightly upward. A twinkle flashed in his eyes.
Yvonne looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, "What condition? If I can't..."
"Don't worry, you can definitely do it. Trust me!"
"Really?" Yvonne pouted doubtingly, "Go ahead, state your request."
Shane chuckled softly, "My condition is that you should stop calling me Dr. Summers from now on.
Call me by my name!"
"Huh?â Yvonne gaped. "It's that simple?"
"Yup, itâs that simple. Sis-in-law, can you do it?"
Yvonne nodded, "Sure."
Calling him by name was easy!
"Alright, sis-in-law, let me hear you say it." A faint light reflected off Shane's spectacles.
"Summers," Yvonne said compliantly.
Shane frowned, "That's too formal. Sis-in-law, just call me Shane." 1
"I don't think it's appropriate," Yvonne was somewhat unwilling.
"How so?" Shane looked at her.
"Itâs too casual, I donât think we're that close..." Yvonne murmured as she twiddled her fingers.
Shane sighed softly. "Sis-in-law still treats me as an outsider. We have spent quite some time
together, so I thought we'd grown closer. I didn't think that sis-inlaw wouldn't even call me by my first
name. I guess you don't regard me as a friend."
Friend?
Yvonne was a little caught off guard.
"You regard me as a friend?" she asked hesitatingly while she pointed at herself.
Shane hid his intentions from his eyes, "Yes, didnât
you notice, sis-in-law?"
Yvonne rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed. "N o. We weren't that familiar before and it
didn't ever cross my mind that we would become friends."
"Well, sis-in-law, are you willing to be my friend?"
"Yes, yes," Yvonne quickly answered as if Shane might go back on his words if she was too slow.
If she could be accepted by Henry's best friend, did that mean that she had been acknowledged?
Has he acknowledged her marriage to Henry and accepted the fact that she was Henry's wife? 1
When Yvonne thought of that, a delighted smile bloomed on her face.
Shane's gaze grew inscrutable, "Since we're friends, sis -in-law, it shouldn't be a problem if you call
me Shane, right?"
"Yeah, it wouldn't be a problem." Yvonne shook her head. She inhaled slightly. Her face turned red
as she said, "Sh-shane?"
This was her first time calling another man with such intimacy, other than her brother and Henry.
She still wasn't used to it, so she was still shy about it.
Because of that, she hurriedly lowered her head once she called his name. That was also the
reason why she missed seeing the corners of Shaneâs lip tipping into a smile after he tricked her.
"Since sis-in-law calls me Shane, I shouldn't continue calling you sis-in-law. Why don't I call you
Yvonne," Shane narrowed his eyes.
"Okay," Yvonne had no objections.
To her, it didnât matter what he called her. It was just a way of addressing her.
It was all the same to her!
"Alright, I'll call you Yvonne now," Shane concluded and pulled their conversation back to the
previous topic.
"Yvonne, what you said made total sense. If Henry thinks that there is something between us after
seeing Jacqueline's photos, he really needs to get his eyes examined.'
"But I don't think he will misunderstand. Both of you have been friends for years. If you explain
things to him, he'll probably believe you. But that might not be true for me. He will only believe
Jacquline," Yvonne said dejectedly with her eyes lowered.
She wasn't trustworthy at all in Henry's eyes. It would be like the other two times when she had
been maligned by Jacqueline.
He didnât even listen to her explanation. Instead, he was fierce to her and interrogated her
indiscriminately.
Each time she recalled those events, she would feel upset.
"Don't be sad," Shane patted her shoulders. "Henry doesn't believe you because you donât know
how to pretend to be weak like Jacqueline. The weak always get preferential treatment. But if she
uses that tactic too many times, she will definitely be exposed."
"Perhaps. But if he doesn't give up on Jacqueline, does it even matter if her true colors show?"
Yvonne smiled bitterly.
"Actually, in Henry's heart, Jacqueline isn't the only important person to him now," Shane suddenly
commented.
"I know. The other person is Grandpa!"
The corners of Shane's mouth twitched, "Why would you think that way?â
"Isnât that true?" Yvonne crooked her head.
Shane's gaze dulled a little, "Maybe. Alright, letâs end this topic here. Let's go do the examination."
"Okay," Yvonne answered.
Shane walked in front of her and led the way. As they walked, he explained to her the things she
needed to note before the medical examination.
When the medical examination ended, it was already four oâclock in the afternoon.
Yvonne returned to the company with a large bag of medicine. When she opened the door to her
office, she froze immediately.
"Henry?" She looked with astonishment at the man sitting behind her desk.