Chapter 272

Her voice ached with sorrow. Brayden rushed up without hesitation,

pressing Aldo's hands sullenly. He snapped, "Please behave yourself.

What do you want from my sister?”

The petite girl stood between the two tall men. Jenna looked up at

Brayden tearfully for help.

Brayden was softened.

He forcibly removed Aldo's hands from Jenna's shoulders.

The next second, he held Jenna tightly, feeling her shivering helplessly.

Brayden patted her back to calm her down. "Don't be afraid... Sh..."

Holding his waist tightly, Jenna pressed her face against his chest, her

tears dripping.

Aldo's heart ached when he saw this scene.

The pain suffocated him.

Gazing at Brayden angrily and recalling what Brayden had said in the

suburbs, he retorted ironically, "Your sister? When did Mrs. Wright give

birth to such a daughter?"

Then his gaze fell on Jenna and ordered crossly, "Come here, Jenna!"

How he wished to break Brayden's hands! Brayden dared to hold the

precious girl that he treasured the most.

Jenna had been disfigured. Aldo believed it must have something to do

with Brayden or the Wright family. Therefore, Jenna refused to admit

she knew him.

Aldo stared daggers at Brayden, wishing to skin him alive.

Jenna secretly raised her head in Brayden's arms, darted a glance at

Aldo, and insisted, "I don't know you."

Aldo's gaze without any love and care as before looked strange to her.

She was also horrified by his expression, so she refused to go to him.

In her opinion, Aldo must dislike her, for she had become ugly, so he

glared at her in anger.

Jenna couldn't accept it at all.

She used to countlessly imagine the scene where she reencountered

Aldo. She was afraid Aldo would dislike her, but she also expected him

would not.

However, the fact disappointed her greatly, and she had to face it.

She believed Aldo disliked her ugly face.

Since they reencountered, he didn't ask her how she was doing in the

past few days, where she stayed, and if she was all right.

All he wanted was to take her away from Brayden. His possessive

gaze, aggressive tone, and attitude toward Brayden and her had

indicated he didn't care about her.

He even didn't ask her how she had been injured.

Jenna was suffocated by her heartache.

Cristal watched the scene in confusion.

As Elvis told her earlier, Jenna had been disfigured. How ugly!

However, she was surprised Aldo still couldn't forget that girl. "What's so

good about such an ugly girl?"

Ignored, Cristal walked to Aldo in irritation and gripped his hand. "Mr.

Carson, I'm your girlfriend now. How can you pester another woman in

my presence? Can't you respect me?"

Aldo shook off her hand, looking annoyed. "Miss Chan, I only agreed to

have dinner with you. I haven't agreed to be your boyfriend. Please

respect yourself."

“You agreed to have dinner with me. Wasn't it supposed to be a date?

Aldo Carson, think I'm a fool?" Cristal glared at him, feeling humiliated

in public as if he had slapped her across her face.

“Let's go..." Jenna muttered to Brayden, who hugged her tightly. The

latter nodded his agreement, held her hand, and bypassed Aldo and

Cristal, heading forward.

"Stop!" Aldo strode to follow the two, gloominess written all over his

handsome face. "Jenna, you must go home with me."

"Mr. Carson, she doesn't know you at all,” Brayden reminded him while

scowling at him, a sneer playing on his lips.

Usually, he acted like a play boy, but now, he had a strong vibe.

Standing protectively before Jenna, he was as solid and firm as a

mountain.

Although he filled the air with stress, Jenna felt warm and secure.

Gripping the hemline of his shirt, she felt Brayden was her last

lifesaving straw.

"She's mine. She must go with me." Aldo looked at them coldly. His

eyes were always with affection, but now they were so dark with

unfathomable emotions, sending a chill down Jenna's spine.

“No! I don't want..." Jenna muttered, afraid Brayden would let Aldo take

her away.

She had never seen Aldo be like this and was horrified.

“Mr. Carson, I'm afraid your wish cannot come true. How dare you take

her away from me!" A murderous look appeared in Brayden's eyes.

"Maskelyne Group has a piece of land, and I heard Carson Group

wanted to buy it. Mr. Carson, don't you want it anymore?"

Aldo's expression stiffened. "You!"

"Humph!" Brayden darted a glance at him ironically. Holding Jenna's

hand, he left.

After sitting in the car, Jenna held the steering wheel with her stiff

hands and started the engine.

She couldn't help trembling, feeling freezing as if she had just been

taken out from a frozen river.

It turned out she wasn't as important as she had imagined, only worth a

land, as Aldo gave her up for it.

The real world was indeed cruel.

Noticing her frustration, Brayden held her hand. “Your hands are

freezing. Pull over the car.”

However, Jenna seemed not to hear him, driving forward while staring

ahead blankly.

Although her mind was jumbled, she could skillfully dodge the cars on

the road.

Brayden couldn't utter any word but worriedly stared at her.

He hadn't expected her to have something to do with the Carson family.

He heard they had an adopted daughter suffering from autism.

At the National Day Gala, she seemed to perform with Sylvia together

and attracted some attention.

Brayden decided to send Sylvia a private message on Facebook.

However, she didn't reply to him.

It seemed that Sylvia didn't care about him at all.

After arriving, Jenna finally calmed down and got off the car.

As soon as she entered the house, she locked herself in the bedroom,

just like a turtle hiding in its shell.

Mrs. Wright could tell there was something wrong with Jenna. "What

happened? Didn't she have a great time? Or did you do something to

offend her?"

"Nah, Mom." Brayden didn't know how to tell his mother about things

that had happened earlier. He decided to hide it from her. "Mom, do you

know how Sylvia has been doing recently?"

“I don't know. She's super busy. We haven't enjoyed high tea together

for a long time." Mrs. Wright shook her head.

Meanwhile, in the lab, Sylvia had just woken up from a coma. She had

lost much weight in the past few days, her eyes bigger and brighter.

When Logan walked over with lunch boxes, he passed her fully-

charged phone to her. "Boss, I ordered takeout from Royal Galaxy

Restaurant. I heard it was prepared by Gage."

"Ehn." Sylvia took over the phone and turned it on. In fact, she had no

appetite.

However, she knew she must take nutrition, which was helpful for

detoxification, and she couldn't be willful.

Gage cooked four dishes and a soup for her.