Chapter 307

“The same person? It’s not our Jenna, so it should be that unlucky woman. Why did she come to the wedding when we already told her that she should never step into Darlsbury? “Is she dead yet? Just send her to the hospital if she is not dead. If she is dead, send her to the funeral home quietly. Don’t let anyone else know about this matter and ruin the great occasion today.” The tone of her voice and her attitude were not as excited and distressed as it was now. She was also their daughter, but there was such a big difference in how they treated her, just because she was born at an inauspicious time. Of course, Xavia had nothing to say about it. Matthew said, “The patient has brain consciousness now, and she can hear everything that we are saying. At a time like this, she needs her family and loved ones to be around her to encourage her and tell her more things that she likes to help her to wake up.” Mrs. Lockhart thought of something, and she instantly smiled and said, “Jenna likes Zivon the most. So I will call Zivon to come over here to see her.” Kevin had always felt that Zivon had never had strong feelings for Jenna all along. So, he whispered, “Mom, it’s noisy inside. You should go out and make the phone call.” Mrs. Lockhart was slightly stunned. After that, she finally reacted. Kevin was worried that Zivon would refuse to do so, which would trigger Jenna. She said, “Yes, yes. You’re right. You should accompany Jenna. I’ll go out and make the phone call.” As she spoke, Mrs. Lockhart held the cell phone in her hand as she called Zivon apprehensively. Very soon, the phone call was connected. The other party always had a very indifferent attitude. He simply listened without speaking. Mrs. Lockhart preferred it if her daughter were to be with a man who would treat her as if she was very precious to him instead of someone who had such a high and mighty attitude. However, she had no other choice because her daughter liked him. She said in a friendly tone, “Zivon, I am not disturbing your work, right? So, Jenna is recovering well now. She is fully conscious today, and she can hear us. The doctor said that someone that Jenna likes has to be accompanying her and talking to her. So I hope that you can come and accompany Jenna.” The tone of her voice was not a commanding tone where she was giving instructions to her son-in-law, but instead, it was a courteous discussion. Zivon frowned slightly and a meaningful look flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he said, “Jenna is my wife in the title. So, it is only natural for me to go over and see her. I will come over later.” “Okay. That’s great. I am relieved then.” Mrs. Lockhart hung up the phone joyfully and walked back into the room. “We were all overthinking it. Zivon likes Jenna very much too, and he said that Jenna is his wife and he will come over to see her right away.” Mr. Lockhart was thrilled. He held Jenna’s hand tightly. “Jenna, did you hear that? Zivon loves you very much, and he also admitted that you are his wife now.” Kevin frowned. What was going on? In his impression, Zivon did not have this kind of attitude. No one noticed that Xavia, who was in the corner, had silently exited the room. Jenna was about to wake up, and Zivon was coming to see Jenna. It would not be right for her to be there when the husband and wife meet each other, and Xavia did not want to see Zivon either. She would stay as far away as possible. About twenty minutes later, the luxurious limited-edition luxury car parked in the villa garage. Zivon’s noble and dignified figure emerged. He was dressed impeccably in a black suit. He had long slender legs and a straight posture. His unique facial features were seemingly sculpted by the hand of God—absolutely flawless. As soon as he appeared, the Lockhart family members were all delighted. The maids stood in a row as they greeted him with respect and also a foolishly affectionate look upon their faces, “Hello, Young Master.” Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart went downstairs to greet him, too. “Zivon, you’re here.” “Come. Let’s go upstairs and see Jenna.” Zivon hummed coldly. After that, he took a graceful step forward as he strode upstairs. The other people in the room had already been sent away, and only Jenna was left lying in bed alone. Mrs. Lockhart said, “Zivon, you have not met Jenna in a long time. You can talk about affectionate and intimate matters with her. We will go and prepare lunch.” After that, she pulled Mr. Lockhart away with him to leave. Zivon sat by the bedside after everyone left. He looked at Jenna. She had a vibrant look upon her face, and his gaze deepened. After a long time, he covered her with a quilt before he said in a low voice, “You should wake up as soon as possible. Things can only be resolved after you wake up.” Jenna moved her fingers. She could obviously hear his voice, and she was conscious. 　　 When Zivon saw her subtle reaction, he continued speaking, “The position as Mrs. Burton is indeed yours now. “We will talk about it when you wake up.”