###Chapter 379 Buried Resentment – Part 3

It was really unpleasant.

I stopped walking, looked back, and shouted, "Miss Blakely!"

She looked at me with dark sunglasses and I could not see the expression in her eyes.

"Miss Blakely, do you know why Jordan won't even look at you for four years, even if you become Brad's woman?"

Some people said that if we were bitten by a dog, we couldn't bite it back. We could only avoid it so as not to cause more injury.

Well, why couldn't we just shoot the dog? If the biting dog was kept, it would also hurt people, so it would be better to deal with it.

As I poked on her pain, Eva was angry, "It's none of your business!"

"Why is it none of my business? You are thinking about my husband, and I am not a nobody." I was not an admirer who just tolerated anyone who messed with Jordan, but she was spreading her resentment on me. I could not accept it anymore. I calmed my raging voice and looked at her. I was no longer angry. "Miss Blakeley should go home and take a good look at the mirror to see what is yours and what is not yours. It is also good for a girl to be ambitious, but she can't just take whatever she wants. There is a bottom line. If you do that, you'll just destroy yourself."

Her desire for Jordan probably began during that dinner four years ago, when she became Jordan's secretary step by step.

Later on, because of my words, she went to Brad. She was smart and knew how to keep abreast of the times, but people always have to be responsible for their own choices.

As arrogant as she was, these words more or less stung her. Fortunately, she was followed by a bodyguard, and she was stopped by them when she came forward excitedly and angrily.

I went straight into the hospital elevator and looked at her with an exciting look. She seemed very pathetic and pitiful in love.

Inside the hospital ward, I saw Blair's pale and haggard face. It was very difficult for her to show a smile.

It inevitably made people feel sad, "Are you feeling better?" I was not good at words, and as soon as this sentence came out, I couldn't help but feel a little sadder.

She nodded, raised her hand, and patted the blanket on her, her voice was a little hoarse, "I'm better. I'm anesthetized, so there's a little pain."

I reached out to hold her before the child was removed from the abdomen. I didn't know what pain was like while in a coma, but I was conscious. Once the anesthesia was over, the pain could be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

I knew it.

Holding her cold hand, I rubbed it and tried to pass on my warmth onto her. "Have you eaten?"

She nodded, perhaps because of my concern. Her eyes were a little red and swollen. "The doctor just let me eat some carrot soup. I just finished it now."

I nodded and struggled several times before I asked, "How are you, really?"

She nodded slightly, her lips a little dry. "She's still in the incubator. It may take a while. The premature baby is not in good health."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's all right, just focus on being well right now. My Blossom was also premature. When she was born, she was small and thin. You see, she is alive and smart now."

She smiled and nodded, "Well, okay!"

Seeing that her lips were a little dry, I got up, poured water, put a straw to her mouth, and said, "Have a drink. Don't be short of water. Where are the others?"

I have been here for a while, but I still had not seen anyone, especially Liam. I couldn't help feeling resentful.

She took a shallow breath, her dry lips slightly trembling, and said faintly, "The babysitter just went out to eat, so I had some quiet and alone time."

I didn't ask about Liam's whereabouts, for now, it seemed that asking will only add to my sadness.

After a pause, I said, "Do you have the child's name? Was it a boy or a girl?"

"It's a boy, and I'm waiting for Jordan to name him. It hasn't been decided yet." While she was talking, a nurse came in and said she wanted to exercise Blair.

I got up, moved to one side, and two nurses helped her bend her legs and squeeze her stomach, which was still slightly bulging.

Because of the pain, she clenched her lip but said nothing. Tears had already fallen from the corners of her eyes.

Within just two minutes, when the two nurses left, she gradually calmed down. I fixed her hair, covered the blanket around her, took her cold hand, and stayed quiet. I didn't know what to say.

She looked at me and smiled shallowly. "It doesn't hurt that much, but it's terrifying me."

These words were obviously just to reassure me. I lowered my eyes and still felt a little distressed.

After a pause, I said, "I know it hurts. I've suffered it." It's just that at that time, all my emotions were rooted in my child who left, so I didn't feel the physical pain.

Not long after talking to her, Felix called. I was oblivious to my phone but I answered it a little bit later.

There was an urgent voice from the other end of the call, which said "Ma'am, sir Jordan will be in a meeting. The bodyguard here told me what happened with Eva Blakeley and you in the hospital. Can you go to someplace with the bodyguard in the meantime?"

I frowned and knew what he probably meant. Now that the journalists and the media wanted to block me, and Eva just met me, and it was difficult to guarantee that she would not reveal what happened to me in the hospital. Not to mention that we quarreled just now.

After a pause, I said, "Well, okay!"

I said goodbye to Blair without saying much, and I went out. Several bodyguards were at the door, looking a little anxious.

I could see that Blair has disclosed a lot of information here to reporters.

I got in the car. As soon as we went on the road, several cars followed us, and the people in the car began to take out their cameras and shoot wildly at us.

The bodyguard shook the car window to death, but it was not easy to make them go away. How could the reporters give up such a scoop?

Some people who were not afraid of death at all overtook us in the road and shoot pictures in front of the car.

In this way, it would inevitably attract the attention of passers-by and accidents.

On this road in the capital, it became easier and easier to get stuck in traffic. Fearing an accident, the bodyguard simply turned around and took another road.

But the reporters were so chaotic that a large number of people started looking at us, and our car was blocked before the driver reached the location directed by Felix.

We had no other choice but to stop, as a large group of people gathered around the car.

Seeing this situation, the bodyguard could not help but have a headache. He called Felix.

"In this case, none of you should get out of the car. Protect Miss Ivelle and wait for me to come over!" Felix said this, and his order was amplified.

The bodyguard nodded and stopped acting rashly.

But there was a group of people surrounding us, and they had plenty of ways to force us to get out of the car if they didn't get off.

Someone knocked on the door so loudly that no matter how good the car was, it could not stop so many people from ruining it.

Inside the car, one could hear the voice of countless people. I did not get out of the car for a long time and people outside began scolding and shouting at me, even though I wasn't doing anything.

It was so noisy that I had a headache. My brain was buzzing, and I was irritable.

I rolled my hands in a fight tightly, and blood started to seep out on my palms because I could not let go of it.