Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Upon hearing that, the look in Justin’s eyes dimmed subtly.
In reality, Xavier had no idea who the mastermind was. He was simply blowing the matter out of proportion, driven by his frustration and anger.
Unexpectedly, Justin had taken his casual remark to heart.
Not wanting Winston to witness the awkward tension between the Walsh’s, Jeremy hissed under his breath,” Xavier, don’t be rude to Justin.”
Justin ignored Xavier but looked to Winston instead. He lifted the corners of his lips slightly into an elegant smile. “Apologies for barging in, Mr. Winston.”
Winston forced a smile in return. “No need for apologies, Mr. Justin. I am an outsider here. You and Jeremy are brothers, after all. It’s more like I’m the nuisance here.”
Justin’s gaze hardened. “Mr. Winston, I’m afraid I must ask for a moment alone with my brother.”
It was clear what he meant-Winston was to leave.
Winston gave Jeremy a concerned look. “Rest well, Jeremy. I shall not stand in the way of your brotherly conversation.’
Not only did this man before his eyes once save his daughter’s life, but he also had a pure and refined image that felt as warm as a spring breeze. All who saw him would get a good impression of him.
Yet, for some reason, he simply did not feel particularly good about Justin. He kept feeling that there was a barrier between them, and all he wanted to do was keep his distance.
“Justin, you can just say what you want.”
Having been through this incident, Jeremy became greatly suspicious of Justin, even though he had once saved his life. Deep down, he was greatly conflicted and reluctant to have this private conversation with Justin.
“Mr. Winston is an elder I respect. I haven’t seen him in a really long time, so I’d like to spend more time with him.” Winston’s eyes widened at that. His heart was warmed.
“You can say your piece right here. If it’s not convenient, we can talk tomorrow instead.”
Upon saying that, Jeremy lowered his eyes, making it obvious that he was not keen to speak to him.
A dark look filled Justin’s eyes. He took a heavy breath, then said in a hoarse voice, “Jeremy, Ms. Alyssa was in danger and almost lost her life in the mountain forests this time.
“I spoke with her primary physician earlier and learned that she suffered severe frostbite in two areas of her body. As a woman, she’s already physically weaker, and the extreme cold likely caused significant damage to her bodily functions.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the hospital ward became heavy and suffocating.
Jeremy’s temples throbbed. Silently, he tightened his grip on his blanket.
The image of Alyssa curled into a ball in the snow flashed in his mind. She had wanted to acknowledge his presence, yet something held her back. That hesitation made Jeremy feel as if the icy air from the mountainous woods had seeped into his very lungs, freezing him from within.
Winston winced, his frailty catching up to him. He stumbled, but Silas caught him just in time.
Silas, face pale with worry, shot a glance at Justin. ‘Mr. Justin, what are you trying to say?”
A crestfallen look came across Justin’s face. He hesitated.
At that moment, Sheryl entered the room, clad in a lab coat, as if on cue. Without hesitation, she addressed the group, her voice clear and authoritative. “Exposure to extreme cold can be extremely harmful to women. It can affect their fertility or even trigger a series of gynecological issues.”
She paused, her gaze shifting to the pale-faced Jeremy, her expression unreadable. “That said, I’ve heard that Ms. Alyssa once had a miscarriage and is now barren. So, in this regard… How should I put it? I suppose you could say this was, in some way, a blessing in disguise.
Her casual words hung in the air like a slap. Jeremy’s heart twisted, and the Taylors seemed to crumble. Xavier’s eyes turned bloodshot with fury.
“Enough, you!” Xavier roared, lunging forward. “How dare you twist the knife in their wounds like that?”
Wide-eyed, Sheryl put on an innocent expression as she looked toward Justin for help.
“Sheryl may have been blunt, but she spoke the truth.” Suddenly, Justin’s eyes snapped to Jeremy, dark and piercing, his gaze sharp with accusation. “Jeremy, you have to take full responsibility for what happened to Ms. Alyssa. If it hadn’t been for you, she wouldn’t have gone hiking alone and ended up in such danger.
“Jeremy, have you even stopped to think about why she chose to take that risk? Why, despite knowing about the snowstorm last night, she went ahead with the hike? As someone experienced in hiking, why would she rather face the blizzard than turn back before it was too late?”
Justin’s harsh words struck Jeremy like a relentless force, circling around his heart, each question driving deeper than the last. He opened his mouth to respond, but it felt as if a rusted nail had pierced his voice box, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Justin’s gaze remained fixed on him, unyielding. Then, in a calm, clear voice, he spoke the truth that cut through the silence. “It was because you broke your promise to her.”
“Pro… mise?” Winston and Silas were staggered.
Meanwhile, Sheryl chose to remain silent despite having complete knowledge of the entire story.
“She waited for you,” Justin continued, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “But you didn’t show up. She couldn’t accept that you broke your promise to her.”
Justin moved closer to Jeremy, his gaze growing colder and darker with each passing moment. “She couldn’t accept that the man who once cherished and loved her so deeply could now dismiss her, pushing her aside for another woman.
“She must have been waiting for you, clinging to the hope that you’d come for her. She couldn’t believe that you could be so cruel that you wouldn’t show up for your meeting with her.”
From the side of the bed, Justin leaned in slightly toward Jeremy. The smile that curled on his lips was unnerving, as if it concealed a terrifying beast, one that had been waiting for the right moment to break free from its frozen shell.
He continued, “Despite all the emotions Ms. Alyssa poured out to you, you let her down. Jeremy, whether you’re willing to admit it or not, this is the truth. To you, Ms. Alyssa has already become unimportant and dispensable.”
At that moment, a sharp, metallic taste of blood surged up Jeremy’s throat, choking him so violently that he struggled to breathe.
Winston and Silas stared at them, mouths agape. Chills went down their spines.
Silas could feel Winston’s arm stiffening up and his palms turning cold.
Alyssa, the darling of their family, was everything to Winston. Yet, even though bonded to Jeremy, she had been repeatedly hurt-physically and emotionally.
Jeremy loved Alyssa with all his heart. He’d humbled himself, giving his all for her and Winston’s sakes.
Even so, could Winston forgive him and let it go when his most beloved daughter fell into danger once again, almost losing her life?
To make matters worse, the current Jeremy had lost his ability to feel emotions due to his brain injury. He no longer loved Alyssa, and this had since been a thorn in Winston’s flesh.
Justin’s gaze remained fixed on Jeremy, his eyes hardening with cold fury.
“As for you,” Justin continued, his voice steady but laden with condemnation, “you were wrong to regret your decision and break your word, especially after you made a promise to Ms. Alyssa, knowing how much it meant to her.
“Your mistake was also in relishing the feeling of having such a remarkable, noble woman like her lower herself to compromise and endure humiliation for your sake-even when you no longer loved her. You gave her hope, only to leave her to fall deeper into despair, again and again.”
Jeremy’s knuckles became white as he tightened his grip over his blanket. His vision began to dim as if he had been hit at the back of his head.
Alyssa had said the exact words to him last night. Hearing them from Justin now felt like a brutal slap- humiliating and raw.
Once Justin had vented his fury, he leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes lowering in resignation.
“I planned to say this privately, behind closed doors. After all, Ms. Alyssa is Winston’s most cherished, and I didn’t want to make things awkward in front of him. I didn’t want to strain your relationship with the Taylors, either. “But you didn’t give me that chance. What happened between us? How did we drift so far apart?’
He sighed softly, a sound that carried a mix of sorrow and helplessness. “You and Alyssa shared something unforgettable, and even then, you’ve reached this point. I guess our brotherly bond is also a thing of the past. I can’t ask for more. I won’t blame you.”
Jeremy had said nothing at all.
Yet, his bloodshot eyes burned with a mixture of pain and rage. He looked as if he had been awake for days and nights.
Xavier, standing beside him, clenched his fists in frustration. It was obvious that Justin was exploiting this moment to drive a wedge between Jeremy and Winston, who shared a relationship akin to a father and son.
Justin was envious, jealous, and furious.
Xavier couldn’t shake the bitter thought that Justin deserved this, that his life in a wheelchair was nothing more than the retribution he had earned.
In the end, Winston and Silas left the hospital ward with troubled looks on their faces. Justin then left the room after them. As the oldest son in the Walsh family, it was only right for him to see his elder off.
Jeremy and Xavier were the only ones left in the ward.
“Mr. Walsh, Xavier began, his voice anxious, “you’re a shrewd man, a master of negotiation. No one can argue with you. But Mr. Justin… he’s trying to provoke you and pit you against Mr. Winston. He’s trying to blame you!
“You nearly lost your life in your attempt to win Madam back and earn Mr. Winston’s approval as his son-in-law! If the things he said destroy the trust and positive impression Mr. Winston has of you, all your efforts and sacrifices would have been for nothing!”
This one conversation had virtually put them at loggerheads.
Jeremy was badly wounded in the first place. At this moment, he was extremely exhausted, as if his soul had been sucked away from him.
After a moment, he slowly relaxed his fists and opened his eyes slightly. With a firm gaze, he said, ‘Xavier, get my clothes ready. I am getting discharged from the hospital.”
Xavier turned pale with fright. “Mr. Walsh, you shouldn’t! The doctor said that you have lost too much blood. Even though your wounds have been treated, you’re still required to stay at the hospital for observation…”
“No. I can’t have my father and grandfather know about my hospitalization.
