Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 375

"That's it. Since you're willing to welcome her back, show some sincerity. With enough sincerity, I believe the day Hansen's family reunites will be around the corner." Vivian raised her voice and said, "No matte how unrelenting Sara is, she is but a mother. Which mother is willing to see her own daughter raising a child alone? The reason for her being this unrelenting is that she is afraid and insecure. She's worried that her daughter will fall into misfortune again. Her persistence in her stand serves to strive for Jenna's position in the Richards family. If we can make her trust us and be satisfied with us, and see that her daughter will be happy, I think she won't be as unrelenting anymore. At the end of the day, Hansen is the child's father. We have to consider this more or less. Not to mention that Hansen is so excellent." Everything became crystal clear to Trevor. It was time for him to meet Sara in person. No matter what, he had to bring back Jenna and Jerry as soon as possible. He had to ensure that Hansen has a normal family, and then let him handle the business. In fact, Hansen was indispensable to Richards Group. If Jenna could come back to help, it'd be the cherry on top.

"Trevor, what you want to do is up to you, but I have to remind you. Do not force them to come back, or else you'll lose more than you can gain." Vivian reminded him. "Sara's family is also a decent one. They used to be wealthy too. Don't take advantage of the fact that our family has a stronger economic foundation to bring them back without propriety, or even against her will. Avoid this at all costs."

"Yes, Mom, I understand." Trevor quickly nodded and agreed. "Our family is a well-known family, and there is no way we would resort to such unreasonable means. If this is possible, Hansen would not need to spend two months there."

Vivian nodded, deep in thought.

Trevor bade farewell to Vivian and walked out feeling light-hearted.

Vivian stared after her son as he walked out. She seemed to be hiding something behind her eyes.

"Trevor, in the future, you will know the reason why I asked you to do this. I hope you can invite Sara and her family into Richards Manor personally. Being upright and open-minded is the right thing to do. All said and done, you will understand my painstaking efforts in the future."

Trevor had just returned to Green Jade Garden when he saw Marissa being as happy as a dog with two tails. It appeared that she had heard the news and knew she had become a grandmother. When she saw Trevor, she went up to him hurriedly.

"Trevor, I heard that I became a grandmother?" She was beaming, full of the joys of spring. Once she saw Trevor, she asked eagerly.

Calmly, Trevor looked at her, and asked indifferently, "You only care about your grandson. What about the mother of the child?"

In truth, the news was also deliberately set off for her ears, just to see her reaction. As expected, her reaction was very positive.

"Trevor, what are you talking about? As if I am an evil mother-in-law. She gave birth to a grandson for me. No matter what, I will care about her. After all, this achievement is incomparable. Still, I don't know if she will appreciate my kindness. I am, after all, an elderly woman. If she gives me an attitude and doesn't accept my concern, I can't do anything about it." Marissa was very dissatisfied with what Trevor had said. She immediately defended herself.

Trevor laughed and intentionally let out a sigh. "I think this matter is still up in the air, though. It's not that easy to get our grandson back. Sara is very protective of her daughter and is afraid that she will suffer in the Richards family again. Now, she is unwilling to allow Hansen to bring Jenna and her son back. If she doesn't come back, Hansen will not either. Richards Group is now facing a global crisis. Such a disorganized, chaotic state is not allowed. We have to take immediate action."

Marissa became anxious upon listening to that. "Her son is the blood of Richards family, and Hansen loves her so much. For so many years, he hasn't even glanced at a woman because of her. He is that sincere. What more can she ask for? How can she be so ungrateful?"

"Is that so?" Trevor's voice turned icy. "You're the only one who can see how well Hansen is performing. Can Sara and Jenna see it? Besides, when Jenna left Hansen, didn't she know that Hansen loves her? Since she managed to leave, she won't come back for this reason. You have to think about other aspects that are lacking."

Marissa's face darkened. She said unhappily, "No matter how you put it, you're still implying it's all my fault. Have you ever thought that back then, if you weren't sick, I wouldn't have to be in such a panic, and I wouldn't have allowed things to become the way they are today. Great, now I'm the scapegoat, to be blamed for everything. The Richards family is amazing at making things hard for me. Now that I think about it, what a sh*tty life

I have. I've lived in your family for my entire life, and yet I am neither loved by my mother-in-law, nor am I adored by my husband. This is the life of a woman. At least Jenna has Hansen who loves her dearly." Tears started streaming down Marissa's face.

Upon hearing this, Trevor felt sad too. He thought about how him being paralyzed in the past few years had made her suffer. He immediately reached out to hold her and walked to the sofa. He helped her sit down and whispered, "Marissa, I'm sorry. The relationship between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law has been difficult to deal with, woven into the very existence of time. That year, I slapped you because of my mother. I feel guilty, even until today. Similarly, if Hansen went against the woman he loves because of you, he will suffer for it. Our child is all grown up and is also so excellent. This is something I am very proud of. We have overcome so many difficulties, and finally everything is fine. We have a son, a daughter-in-law, and a grandchild. As parents, we are more than happy, but we can't just stand by and watch as Jenna and our grandson fend for themselves, right?"

Trevor paused.

"Then, what should we do?" There was doubt in Marissa's eyes. She looked up at Trevor with tears in her eyes. Being comforted by her husband in such a light tone had somewhat calmed the grievances she felt, replaced now by a trace of sweetness in her heart.

"For our son's sake, we can only deign Jenna an apology. After all, it's the Richards family that owes them. We need to be more generous. We'll show them the magnanimity of our family and take the initiative to approach them, to comfort them, and to reassure them. As long as we're sincere, I'm sure they'll return," Trevor said with a smile as he stared into Marissa's eyes.

Marissa was taken aback, but slowly, she understood.

"You want me to apologize to Jenna?" Her face slightly darkened.

"Marissa, it's up to you whether you want to see your grandson. It's not that I want you to apologize to her, but we need to invite them back personally. If we give them a way out and show some respect, they will be happy." Trevor held her in his arms and explained in a gentle voice, "Besides, what's the point of this so-called dignity? Not to mention we are doing it for our son's and grandson's happiness. Being embarrassed doesn't matter much. What do you I think?"

Marissa leaned into her husband's embrace, listening to his heartbeat. It made her feel much more at ease. In the past, he had laid on his bed, in a vegetative state, unconscious. She had been afraid and lonely, without support. At the moment, everything was fine. Trevor could make decisions for her and it was all thanks to Jenna. She remembered she had misunderstood her badly in the past and felt a pang of guilt. Immediately, she smiled and nodded.

"There's one thing. Do not mention our family background again. Sara has a very high self-esteem. Now that her family has fallen behind, naturally she's having a hard time. We cannot prod at their shortcomings, and you certainly cannot dislike Jenna's family for being weak and powerless. I've told you this in advance. So, you must keep it in mind." Trevor was happy when he saw that Marissa had agreed. However, he still reminded her. "A woman from a family with a great family background may not even be as talented as Jenna. You can't have your cake and eat it. We have to learn to be grateful." His words made Marissa blush in embarrassment. She buried her head in his chest, and agreed embarrassedly.

After Jenna made a few dishes, Bailey helped set up the table. Soon, everything was ready.

Sara was about to stand up with her cane. Sergio got up hastily, and helped her up. Sara laughed and said, "Sergio, these are just simple, home-cooked dishes. Please don't mind."

"Aunt Sara, you're being too polite. It's my greatest happiness to be able to enjoy the dishes made personally by Jenna," Sergio replied humbly. He helped Sara sit down at the table and spoke with great attentiveness.

After Sara sat down, she said to Jenna with a smile, "Jenna, come, sit beside me."

Jenna had no choice but to sit beside Sara. However, she felt the weight of the stare on her. She panicked and lowered her head.

"Sergio, would you like some red wine? This baby is made in France. It's authentic." Sara picked up the bottle of red wine in front of her and smiled.

"Okay, Aunt Sara. Let me do it myself." Sergio stood up in a hurry and said to Jenna who had her head down, "Jenna, have some red wine, please." A smile was plastered across his face.

"I can't drink." Jenna looked up and refused.

"It doesn't matter. Red wine is not harmful to your health. On the contrary, it's actually good." Sergio pursed his thin lips and smiled faintly. He reached out to take the wine glass in front of Jenna and poured two-thirds of it skilfully. He placed it in front of her, and poured a full glass for Sara before he sat down slowly.

His movements were elegant, noble, perfect, and impeccable. In his military uniform, he was shining under the quaint ceiling lamp in the dining room. As he sat there, the whole dining room seemed to be appear to be narrow. Even as dignified as he was, he did not give people an oppressive feeling. In fact, he even exuded a very friendly and natural feeling.

Sara sighed to herself. Back then, Javon had been so blind. He'd insisted on marrying Jenna off to the Richards family. If he had chosen the Xanthe family, the situation they were in would not have happened. Who knew, maybe the whole family would be living happily. Jenna, too, would not have suffered so much. As she thought, tears welled in her eyes.