You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 124 I Won't Go Bankrupt

"Cut the crap. Take this one million and stay away from John."

"One million is not enough. Give me twenty million."

"Sure enough, you only stay with John for money."

"You can say that."

As the sound of the familiar voice sank into John, his heart drowned in a sea of sadness.

Jason, on the other hand, was astonished.

After listening to the recording, Jessica was furious. Seeing John's depressed expression, she felt a little guilty as well.

She did not mean to hurt John, but at the same time, she hoped that he would no longer be captivated by Nina's charm.

The woman was much like Helen of Troy, and John would be hurt by her.

Jessica would never let her brother fall victim to her.

"Did you hear that?" Jessica said in a soft tone, looking at John sympathetically.

Then, John raised his head and asked, "Did you threaten her?"

Fortunately, Nina did not take the money. Otherwise, it would have been particularly embarrassing for John.

Not a lot of people knew it, but John was only able to make Nina stay in North Yard because of the twenty million he himself offered her.

Luckily, Jessica did not also offer Nina twenty million.

Thinking of this, John breathed a sigh of relief.

"What? Do you know what you're talking about?" Jessica narrowed her eyes and looked at her brother in disbelief.

John had always been the smart one. How could he be so foolish just because of a woman?

"Whether or not I threatened her isn't the point, John. The point is that she only stays with you for your money. Once you go bankrupt, she will leave you for another man." Jessica shot her hands in the air in frustration.

"I won't go bankrupt," John replied calmly.

Jessica was rendered speechless.

Jason was also stunned.

They were both frozen on the spot.

John stood up and glanced at Jessica and Jason. "You two really like a couple," he said.

He wondered whether he and Nina would also look like a couple.

Jessica and Jason didn't look like a couple before they got married. This meant that John and Nina would also look like a couple in the future.

At the moment, he felt like he should spend more time with her.

John then turned around and left.

He was already out the door when Jessica and Jason snapped back to their senses.

Jessica tried to follow after John, but Jason held her back. "John! No! Come back here!" Jessica bellowed.

"Please calm down, honey. You need to calm down." Jason held his wife in his arms to comfort her.

"No! How can I calm down? Whether or not he goes bankrupt is not the point! Why can't he understand? I'm just trying to protect him!" Jessica grew extremely anxious.

It turned out that John did not care at all if Nina was just staying with him for his money. It was as if he did not even hear her.

"He's not a child anymore. He has his own judgment, and he has the freedom to make his own choices. We can't interfere." Jason held his wife tightly in his arms and tried to reason with her.

"But in my eyes, he's still just a child!" Jessica yelled. She struggled to break free of Jason's grip and accidentally stomped on his foot. The sudden jolt of pain made Jason scream.

"What's that for, honey? Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Oh, my! Honey, are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Does it hurt?" Jessica came back to her senses and was shocked. She hurriedly bent down to check on her husband's now injured foot.

Jason helped her up and held her again in his arms. He whispered in her ear softly, "I'm okay, honey. Don't worry about it."

"Are you really okay?" Jessica was now worried about her husband.

"I'll be fine. Stop worrying."

"All right then." Jessica lowered her head. She felt a little embarrassed.

Jason leaned in and kissed her softly. Then, they went upstairs with her in his arms.

In Sam's study Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When John entered the room, he found Sam sitting at his desk. He was holding a writing brush in his hand, but he was writing down nothing. The ink dripped from the tip of the brush onto the white rice paper beneath it, ruining a perfectly good piece of rice paper.

He looked unhappy with his shoulders slightly hunched.

"There you are. Have a seat." Sam put down the brush in his hand. Instead of putting it on the brush shelf as usual, he casually set it onto the white rice paper, splotching a few more drops of black ink onto the paper. It was a mess.

John sat down across his father and looked at him in silence. He was only sitting beside him at the breakfast table a few minutes ago, but to him, Sam already appeared a few years older.

"Dad, don't take Nelson's words seriously." John had already known why Sam was depressed.

Sam took a deep breath. He knew that what Nelson had said was true, but he did not want to really think about it. He was afraid that the more he thought about it, the guiltier he would feel.

Indeed, he had never seen John truly happy.

"Are you here to get your marriage licenses?" Sam skipped over to the heavy topic.

"Yes." John nodded.

"Jake, go ahead and get his marriage licenses." With Sam's order, Jake turned around and walked into a small room. When he emerged, he had a small square box in his hand.

"Mr. Shi, your marriage licenses are in the box."

John looked at the box in front of him, which was a little old. There was an ugly Ultraman painted on it. He knew at a glance that he drew it on there when he was two or three years old.

"Looks like the things I lost when I was a child are in here." There was no expression on John's face, but his tone was a little relaxed.

Sam must have collected John's old things and stored them in the box.

The box had been preserved for more than twenty years. Sam must have cared for it well.

"What? You think I stole all your stuff and kept them all these years?" Sam became energetic. He could feel the warmth in his son's words.

Sam and John had never been good at expressing emotions.

John smiled without saying a word and reached out to open the box. There were two marriage licenses in the box. The bright red covers of the licenses were dazzling. It reminded him of Nina who always brightened his world.

He picked up the two marriage certificates with his hands. He felt a little hot as if his blood had started boiling. The two licenses were very light, but they held a heavy meaning.

They could help John convince Nina to stay with him.

They could also help him prove his identity to her as her husband.

"How did you get our photos?" He was about to look at the photo in one of the licenses.

He believed he would be handsome and Nina would be beautiful in the photo.

He made a mental note to have the photo enlarged and framed, and hang it in their bedroom as a reminder for Nina to always fulfill her wifely duties.

"That photo is edited. I hired someone to do it and make it look realistic." Sam especially ordered John's and Nina's faces not be modified so that they could recognize themselves.

"You had this edited? Where did you even get individual photos of us?" John never took photos, nor did he allow anyone else to take photos of him. Anyone who dared to do so lost their mobile phones or cameras and got sued.

Sam did not have a photo of John in his possession, so where did he get a photo of him?

Actually, Sam had taken a photo of John secretly.

It was the only time in the past thirty years that John lost control of his facial expression.

He really did not want to think about it.

"Was this..." The expression on his face changed gradually.

"Yes, I took that photo of you in secret when you were eighteen years old."

Before Sam could finish his words, John stared at the photo.

In the photo, Nina wore a white shirt and her hair was tied behind her ears, showing off her delicate face and her sweet smile.

John's short hair was a mess, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly. The corner of his mouth twitched a little.

He did not know how to describe it.

But it burnt his eyes!