---- Chapter 122 By the time Wendy returned to her senses, she realized that the driver of the car in front of her had already gotten out. On the other end of the line, Jenna noticed that the call had been disconnected and asked with some confusion , "What's wrong?" Wendy's threat from earlier had drilled into her ears word for word, making Jenna feel a little uneasy. Ethan looked stunned. "I think Mommy had a car accident." His voice trembled with lingering fear. Jenna was taken aback, too.

Gaping at him, she blurted out, " 'Are you serious?" "Theard the sound of a car stopping suddenly , then a crash. Mommy will be okay, right?" At the end of the day, Wendy was still his mother. No matter how mischievous or rebellious Ethan might be, he still instinctively worried about her. Upon hearing what he said, Jenna was almost unable to hold backasmirk. 1 Shaking her head, she patted Ethan on the head. "Of course she'll be fine. Don't worry, Ethan.

Your mommy is tough as nails and super lucky. Nothing will happen to her." ---- Ethan looked up nervously. "Really?" Jenna smiled slyly. "Of course. And you did a great job just now. As long as you keep acting this way, she'll start caring about you like before." Beneath her smile hid a hint of insidious glee. The things Julian said a few days ago had been echoing in her mind like a curse. Ever since Wendy left the Frank residence, her career had been on the up and up.

Jenna couldn't bear to see her thriving , which was why she told Ethan to call and trouble Wendy. 1 She didn't expect something extra to come out of it. If Wendy were to die in that car accident, then that would just be perfect! With her jealousy finally subsiding, all she felt now was a twisted sense of delight. Seeing Jenna so relaxed, Ethan got affected by her mood and said, "Really? Does that mean Mommy will come home sooner and go back to taking care of me and Daddy?

When she does, you can take it easy too!" Jenna's smile widened. "When have I ever lied to you? But since we're trying to give your daddy a surprise, you can't tell him anything about what happened today." "Okay, I promise! Auntie Jenna, I want fried chicken. Can we ---- have some tonight?" And just like that, hearing something positive was enough to ease the worry Ethan had for Wendy. Turning to him, Jenna blinked. "But your daddy might not agree to it. Just tell him you're feeling better now.

That way, 'we can get some fried chicken." Ethan touched his stomach. After hesitating momentarily, he nodded. "Okay! I'll do what you say!" "Then, we should give your daddy a call." Busy as he was, James barely listened, offering a few distracted replies before giving in to Ethan's request. At 6:00 pm, Zelda, who had been out shopping all day, finally returned home before it was dark out.

She unloaded the car and had just walked through the door when she saw Ethan and Jenna getting ready to go out. "Ethan, where are you going? Have you eaten this afternoon? What would you like for dinner?" Zelda casually asked as usual, but Jenna's expression instantly darkened. "Don't you think you're being a bit too nosy? Does Ethan have to report everything to you now?" Zelda was a little taken aback upon hearing that. Just as she was about to explain herself, Ethan huffed.

"Zelda, just do what you're supposed to do, like cleaning and cooking. ---- What I do has nothing to do with you!" Raising his chin defiantly, he spoke with a mean-spirited look in his eyes. Zelda was speechless as she stared at Ethan, unable to utter a word. She had practically watched Ethan grow up. He used to be such a well-behaved child under Wendy's guidance. And yet, he was already acting this way after only a few months of spending time with Jenna.