###Chapter 122 About Jon

I know that Jon's hometown is in the capital. After a pause I said to him, "Are you going to stay this time?"

He shook his head. "Let's take a look at your situation. I have to go back to M country in two days. There are still some things that haven't been taken care of there."

When the car was parked downstairs of the hotel, he threw his keys to the parking boy at the door. Maisie opened her eyes, looked at him and said, "You might as well come to Hempstead to open a small clinic. At least it will be convenient for us in the future!"

Jon looked at her and laughed, "What? When something happens, are you in the wrong mood, or are you having psychological problem?"

After taking a white look at him, Maisie was not angry and she just stopped talking.

The hotel was booked in advance, checked in at the front desk, and we went upstairs together.

As soon as Jon entered the room, he said listlessly, "What I'm afraid of most is that the wine is set. It's boring, lonely and cold."

I looked down at my cell phone and found that there was no more battery power on it. Maisie was probably sleepy and fell asleep leaning on the sofa wearily.

Jon looked at me and said, "Since when do you realize you're not in the right mood?"

"Six months ago!" I opened my mouth, thinking a little, "It's easy to get down, to do something extreme, and to hurt yourself or your child."

There were very few cases, only occasionally out of control.

He pinched his eyebrows and said, "Ivelle, you know how you were five years ago, so you still have to take this to heart. Once it breaks out again, both the child and you are in danger."

I didn't know that learning that my grandmother was sick and watching Maisie's parents die had a big impact on me.

Grandma died at that time, but for Grandpa Astley, I'm afraid he thought wouldn't have survived it.

He sighed. "It's a good thing I've learned a lot abroad these years, and I won't let you go to extremes like I did then."

I nodded and saw that it was almost nine o'clock and Maisie was asleep.

He lowered his voice and said, "Has something happened to you recently?"

From seeing him now, although he looks no different, the loss in his eyes was obvious, no matter how well he pretended to be.

He was stupefied, looked at me and smiled, "Your eyes are still the same poison!"

Then he got up and called the service number at the front desk, then asked for two bottles of red wine and said, "You can't drink it, just watch me drink it. I'm in a bad mood. After a while you all go back, and I can't fall asleep even if I drink some wine."

I can't help frowning. "Is it an emotional thing? Or something else?"

In my memory, he was seldom trapped by love. As for his family, although we had known him for so long, I seldom heard him talk about his family.

I don't know why, so I don't know how to comfort him.

He leaned lazily on the sofa, looked at the sleeping woman lying on one side, and answered the question "whose child is in her belly?"

Uh-huh!

I was surprised, "You. Can you see that?"

After taking a white look at me, he said faintly, "Although I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm not blind. She, a girl who won't get fat no matter how much she eats, suddenly gets a lot more round, eats and sleeps and always subconsciously touches her belly. What is it if she's not pregnant?"

Okay!

I don't know, but I just said faintly, "Ask her later!" Tell me about yourself. Since you've called us here, it's no fun if you don't say anything."

The doorbell rang, and he got up to open it, the wine waiter arrived.

After taking the wine, he closed the door and said, "It's no big deal. I just think I've lived for more than 20 years. I have nothing. I'm quite lonely!"

I was speechless. When I saw him prescribe red wine, I drank it by myself.

Just accompany him to drink a few sips, "Have the opportunity to come to Hempstead to develop! Everyone is there, and there will be someone to take care of in the future."

People in this life, there are only a few friends who come and go around. If they get separated in the crowd, they will be separated.

He took a few sips, and he could see that he was in a bad mood.

"We'll see later! I really envy you and Maisie. No matter how you go, you can't get away. Although you have no family, there are people around you who are really watching."

Maisie and I are no longer friends, we are the only relatives of each other.

This red wine has a lot of alcohol content. After a few sips, I won't continue any more. When I saw him drink all the bottles in a short while, I was a little worried, "This wine has a lot of alcohol content, it's almost enough!"

His face flushed a little, but he seemed to be on top. When he opened the other bottle, his voice was clear and said, "If only you can't die! Anyway, if he's dead, I guess no one would really care!"

With that, he began to pour wine in his glass again, and his eyes were a little red. "People are really ridiculous. I can insult and dislike you when I don't need it, but now I need it, but I'm just like a dog that is begging for mercy, ridiculous!"

I didn't understand what he said, so I didn't know how to open my mouth for a moment, so I had to listen quietly.

Maisie on one side woke up while she laid lazily on the sofa, and said faintly, "Have you come back from the capital?"

This was obviously addressed to Jon, who was half-squinted and nodded with a red frame. "It's ridiculous that the family eats people and doesn't spit bones, and now they force my mother to death and want me to go back and save that sick dead man!"

I don't know why, but I can't help looking at Maisie, "What's going on?"

She took a sip and said, "Jon is the illegitimate son of Maximilian Hastings, a wealthy businessman in Washington D.C. Five years ago, his mother took him back to the capital to beg the Hastings family to recognize him, but the Hastings family did not recognize him and drove them both out." It's probably that the Hastings family is going to recognize him again."

"These things. I don't seem to know all the time. "

"Of course you don't know. You were half crazy about your grandmother. Even if he told you, you probably wouldn't listen!"

I looked at Jon and drank up. He half-leaned on the sofa, and was looking gloomy.

All the people in this world have their own sufferings to endure, either physically or spiritually. I am not very good at comforting people, so I can only accompany him in silence.

Some things, no matter how bitter in the heart, but also have to get through it on their own.

I looked up at the time. It was already early in the morning. I saw that Jon was drunk, so I got up and helped him to bed. Maisie got up with me and looked at the time and said, "Didn't your Mr. Astley call you?"

I shook my head. "My phone is off."

She flipped her lips. "You should hurry back in a minute! I'll keep watch here."

"It's all right. I already talked to Jordan at noon. I'll stay at Victory apartment tonight. Put Jon on the bed."

Seeing some of Maisie's dark circles under her eyes, I couldn't help but say, "Haven't you slept well lately?"

She nodded, a little tired. "This kid is probably here for revenge. I'm dying!"

Each pregnant woman's situation is different, I basically have no response, pregnancy and vomiting is not long, then I paused and I said, "Come on, let's go back!"