Chapter: 838

“Since you're back now, you should visit your mother's grave."

Hearing Jayson's suggestion, Jonathan instinctively glanced at Bethany.

Her complexion visibly paled. She tried to calm herself, her eyelashes fluttering. After a brief pause, she agreed, "Okay, I'll go."

"If you'd rather not go alone, I can come with you."

“No, thanks. We're Leaving."

Bethany seemed visibly shaken. Eventually, she left with Jonathan's arm securely around her waist.

Jayson watched their car until it disappeared from view.

A wave of guilt overwhelmed him.

He realized he shouldn't have brought up her mother right then. It was a sensitive topic for her.

Yet, he couldn't hold back his frustration.

Why did Jonathan give him those things? Jonathan said he wanted to thank him, but wasn't Jonathan actually humiliating him?

He didn't want to confront Jonathan because he knew he had already lost. However, he hadn't anticipated that Jonathan would accompany Bethany to get the kids’ stuff.

Jonathan always seemed to understand Bethany's feelings well. Jayson couldn't believe that Jonathan didn't consider how it might upset him if he came along with Bethany.

With Jonathan's actions, Jayson wasn't about to just sit back and endure the humiliation. After all, even though Jonathan was a decent man, he came with a problematic mother. Whose fault was that?

But... Jayson felt guilt for Bethany.

He understood that she must have struggled for a long time between uncovering the truth about her mother's death and her relationship with Jonathan. She had always preferred to keep things to herself and escape from her problems. But this time, she was willing to use her two children for a month with Jonathan. She must really love him.

From the uncertain look in Jonathan's eyes just now, it was clear that Bethany hadn't shared everything with him. She likely wanted to dedicate their last month together to untangling their feelings, setting aside her grievances temporarily.

It was a significant choice for Bethany.

Jayson regretted touching on such a painful subject by mentioning her mother.

The car was still as quiet as when they came.

Instead of feeling tense, the atmosphere turned dull and cold.

It was the fifth time Jonathan turned to look at Bethany before she noticed him.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

Bethany shook her head and answered, "Nothing. I'm just a bit tired."