Chapter 51

Jenna suddenly let out a small cry and leaned against James. "James, I think I twisted my ankle." She grabbed his arm, pulling his attention back to her. James stopped and looked down, holding her up. "Can you still walk?" "I can," Jenna said, limping as he supported her toward the hospital room. "Wendy is really capable. If I hadn't gone abroad back then and had chosen to study medicine instead, would I have been able to help Mr. Frank Senior today, too? Would that have given you peace of mind?" Hearing this, James paused. In his mind, Jenna had left for her studies abroad carrying regret and sorrow. If Wendy hadn't climbed into his bed that night while drunk, if she hadn't gotten pregnant after just once, and if Robert hadn't forced him to take responsibility for Wendy, Jenna wouldn't have had to leave with such pain and resentment. A wave of guilt welled up in him. Wendy's image was pushed out of his mind as James looked at the tearful Jenna. "Don't say that. Even without Wend