Chapter 230

Chapter 230 was just to get back at me Uriah grabbed the phone and swiped the answer button.

“Uriah, did you do this?”

Flora’s voice came through.

She couldn’t keep it down on the Internet, and Jackson told her to ignore it.

She was worried and told Grandpa.

Grandpa told her that they should not worry about the children in the future.

It means to leave her alone.

She doesn’t understand.

Don’t care why.

After seeing the news spread online and ruined Alva’s reputation, she couldn’t resist and called Uriah.

Alva’s bad reputation had an impact on her career, but it also had an impact on her life, especially her marriage to Jackson.

And she couldn’t think of anyone but Uriah who would hurt Alva this way.

“Not me, but I’d like to see it.”

Uriah closed her computer and looked ahead, her eyes dark.

His words made Flora frown. “What do you mean? If it wasn’t you, who else could it be?”

Flora couldn’t think of anyone who could hurt Alva like that.

“Flora, Jackson’s not in a hurry. What’s your hurry?”

In a tone of indifference, devoid of emotion, Flora’s heart suddenly began to ache.

“Uriah, Jackson is your good friend. He’s not well. Will you let him be happy?”

“If you don’t do it for Jackson’s sake, you do it for mine. Stop ruining him and Alva.”

Uriah’s eyes darkened. “Jackson is happier without Alva.”

“Where is more happy? Jackson loves Alva. He loves her! What could be happier than being with the one you love?”

With no sound on the phone, Flora realizes that what she has just said. is very heavy.

She was too excited.

Covering his forehead and lowering his voice, he eased, “I’m sorry, Flora is not in the right mood today, I…”

“She was only with Jackson to get back at me.”

“What?”

Jackson arrived at H City shortly before 4 p.m.

But as soon as he got out of the airport, he was blocked by reporters.

“Mr.Howard, did you come back to America to find your fiancee?”

“Mr.Howard, how do you feel about your fiancee having an affair with her boss?”

“Mr.Howard, did you know from the beginning that your fiancee is your best friend’s ex-wife?”

The questions came to him like spikes, but Jackson was calm, not angry.

And because he was calm, the reporter quiet.

Facing the camera, he said: ‘Alva and Uriah got married two years ago, and I met her five years ago. She and Uriah didn’t know each other at that time. She only knew me.

“Unfortunately, however, I fell ill, very ill, and I went abroad for treatment before I could tell her. I thought I would never see her again in my life.”

“God was kind to me. I met her the day I came back to America, but she was lying on the floor covered in blood, dying…”

The airport lobby is quiet.

With Jackson’s words, all the noise fell silent.

All that was left was Jackson’s voice, soft and loving.

“She was so hurt, physically and emotionally, that she had indelible wounds, and I told myself at that moment that I was going to protect her for the rest of my life.”

“But we didn’t know each other’s identities at the time,” Jackson laughs. “If we had, we would have been married, and Uriah wouldn’t have stopped us.”