Chapter 7: Mommy, I Miss You So Much
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Jennifer shrugged off the man's hand and scrutinized him closely. He seemed around Quentin's age, with a slight resemblance in Quentin's features, tall and somewhat handsome, but still not as good-looking as Quentin.
She quickly realized that this man must be Quentin's half-brother, Alexander Tyler.
"Since you know I'm Quentin's wife, move aside!" Jennifer found Alexander's flirtatious behavior repulsive.
Alexander leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "I heard from the servants that you actually slept with Quentin last night. That fool knows how to do that? Can he satisfy you?"
He had just returned from abroad with his parents, William Tyler and Katelyn Cameron, who went straight to the company, leaving him to return alone to Tyler's Mansion.
He intended to tease Quentin's newlywed wife, but as he got a closer look at Jennifer, he was struck by her beauty. Even her angry glares were captivating.
"Shameless!" Jennifer pushed him away and raised her hand to slap him.
Alexander caught her hand mid-air and twisted her wrist, laughing, "Feisty and hot-tempered, just like your body. I like it. That fool doesn't know anything. Why don't you come to my room and I'll show you what a real man is."
He started dragging Jennifer towards his room. Terrified, Jennifer clung to the stairway's wall, angrily shouting, "If you keep this up, I'll scream! As Quentin's brother, harassing his wife—how do you think the rest of the family will see you?"
"Go ahead, scream. Right now, there's no one here except the servants, and they wouldn't dare interfere with my business," he sneered, pulling her closer to his room.
Jennifer fought with all her strength to break free, clinging to the door handle outside his room. She couldn't imagine what would happen if he dragged her inside. However, her physical strength was no match for his. She knew she couldn't win a physical fight.
"Please, Alexander, let's not do this," Jennifer pleaded, her voice trembling. "I know you're angry, but you don’t want to make things worse for yourself. This isn't the way."
Alexander released her, confident she couldn't escape. In this mansion, no one cared about Quentin, let alone his newlywed wife, except for Mrs. Eleanor. The servants wouldn't dare interfere with his affairs.
Jennifer straightened up, calming herself, and walked into Alexander's room. She quickly scanned the room and her gaze landed on a bottle of liquor on the shelf near the door.
As Alexander closed the door behind her and moved to embrace her from behind with ill intentions, she swiftly grabbed the bottle and, with a sudden turn, smashed it towards him.
Alexander Tyler froze, utterly shocked that this woman dared to smash a bottle over his head.
While he was stunned, Jennifer Sullivan threw away the broken bottle and quickly ran out the door. She sprinted to her room with Quentin, locked the door, and slid down to the floor, trembling and hugging her knees. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Her mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened. What if she hadn't managed to escape? The mere thought of being trapped in Alexander's room sent shivers down her spine.
When Alexander finally came to his senses, he touched the top of his head, feeling the wetness of the liquor and the sharp pain in his forehead. He looked at his hand and saw it covered in blood.
He had never been hit like this in his life. Pressing his hand against his bleeding forehead, he collapsed onto the sofa and shouted for the servants to call the family doctor.
Jennifer stayed behind the locked door, still crying and shaking, terrified that Alexander might break in.
She could still hear the echo of his voice, that sneer full of malice. The very air around her felt thick with the remnants of fear. How had her life spiraled into this nightmare? She longed for the simplicity of her old life, far away from the twisted world of the Tylers.
She was now part of the Tyler family, Quentin's wife. If Alexander violated her, what would that make her? She resolved that no matter what, she would not let Alexander touch her again, even if it cost her life.
Just then, her phone rang. Wiping away her tears, she pulled it from her pocket and saw Emily Anderson's name on the screen.
Taking a deep breath, she answered coldly, "Hello, Jennifer speaking."
"Mommy, it's me. Mommy, where are you?" came Lil Sam's voice from the other end.
Jennifer's tears flowed even harder, but she forced a smile and asked, "Sam, how are you? Have you been eating and sleeping well these days?"
"Mommy, I miss you so much I can't sleep. Even when I do, I dream about you," Lil Sam said, his voice trembling. "Mommy, when are you coming to take me home? They all say you went far away. Why didn't you take me with you? I want to be with you..."
Before he could finish, he broke into sobs, his words becoming more frantic and tearful.
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