When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 245

Chapter 245

“Well, I hope I can get Janedreamt off the ground. And that everyone around me stays safe and sound: As I opened my eyes, I blew out

the candle.

Christine glanced at the clock and grinned “Phew, just in time. Lucky that we made a wish before midnight.”

“So childish” I chuckled, but inside, I felt a warm glow.

Only those who cared about you fussed over a minute or two like that.

I took a bite of the biscuit, grimacing at its saltiness, and looked at Christine. “You made this, didn’t you?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine asked, “Does it taste bad?”

I frowned. “It ascends beyond bad.”

It was temble.

“Damn, what is this? No, even pigs would leap out of their pens after eating this: Christine leaned over, took a taste, and immediately. spat it out, moving

I stopped her, taking another bite of the biscuit. “Wasting is shameful, especially since you made it yourself. Didn’t burn your hands or anything, did you?

She was about to shake her head when my phone lit up with a call from Bryant.

I picked up without speaking.

On the other end, his voice came through, deep and slow, Jane, happy birthday”

I forced a smile. “It’s already passed.”

He explained, “I was at the hotel last night. Why didn’t you mention it? Kevin just reminded me, and I remembered.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your celebration with Dorothy.” I looked down, “Plus, it’s not important.

A birthday, after all, he hadn’t cared for the past three years. Being divorced only made it less relevant.

Bryant disagreed. “How can it not be important? Even if we’re divorced, just friends, I still have the right to wish you a happy birthday. don’t I?‘

I fell silent, then suddenly laughed, a bit bitterly. “Have you ever seen friends have to ask for their birthday wishes?”

In the past, whether for birthdays or anniversaries, I always reminded Bryant days in advance, begging for gifts, maintaining that silly sense of ceremony

Those who cared need not reminding, while those who didn’t care would never fulfill your expectations no matter how you’d hinted at

them.

Bryant was silent for a while, his voice slightly shaky. “Tm sorry.”

I lost count of how many times had heard him say that. I blinked away the sentiment, finally able to speak lightly, “It’s okay.

It was okay. Bryant was an ex–husband, after all.

Life gradually got back on track, and Christine and I were constantly scouting for office spaces. After discussing, we decided to start with custom orders a offline once we built our reputation and customer trust. So, finding a good location for our office became crucial.

One day, after checking out an office space, I got a call from my lawyer

“Jane, I returned to RiverCity yesterday. I can take on the divorce cases you mentioned,”

“That’s great.” I smiled, “Could you then swing by the BlessedCare Medical Facility? We can meet at the hospital entrance.”

Allen was like a bad penny and was impossible to shake off without a tough lawyer.

When I arrived at the hospital, Thomas walked toward me, and we headed to the wards

Outside the ward, Allen was sprawled on a bench like a bum, scrambling up as soon as he saw me. He blocked the door, not letting me

in

“Jane.” He had this sheepish look, pointing at the two guards at the door, unusually polite, “Come on, we’re all family here. What’s Mr. Ferguson doing w