Mr Manoban's Daring Wife 2 [Jenlisa]

Chapter 243: You Don't Own Me

Jennie prioritized Somi's status in the hospital so she drove there before her lunch with Kim Hanbin. At the First Hospital, she wrote her name in the visitors' log and went upstairs.

When she got near Somi's room, she gave the people guarding outside a nod. They responded by bowing their head and stepping to the side. She pushed the door open and realized there were signs of other visitors here. She guessed it was Mr. and Mrs. Manoban who might have come to visit last night.

Placing her purse down, Jennie checked to make sure everything was running smoothly. She changed the water tank in the humidifier, added in droplets of lavender essential oil, and then made sure Somi was properly tucked in.

In her haste, she did not realize two people were standing by the door, watching her every move.

Chittip Manoban had just arrived at the door of the VVIP room when she saw Jennie moving around.

Chittip Manoban always knew Jennie was looking out for her daughter. It had been that way since they were merely children. Even to this day, she fondly remembered a little girl passing her favorite dessert to Somi, despite wanting to eat it herself.

Seeing Jennie in the hospital room while making herself useful, Chittip Manoban felt her impression drastically improve. Even with a tainted name and reputation, it did not belittle Jennie's characteristics. Times have changed and so has her behavior.

Marco Manoban warily glanced at the woman tucking his daughter into bed. He refused to believe someone would be this kind and giving without asking for something in return. He continued to watch as her slim fingers delicately placed the blanket up to Somi's chin, brushed her hair away, adjusted the settings on the humidifier, and then checked the IV drip.

All of her actions, they seem natural...As if she did it on instincts. He certainly did not miss the reports of what had happened. She was the one who discovered his Somi in such a horrid state and was the one who pummeled Mu Ting.

Even so, he could not find it within himself to fully accept her like his wife had secretly done. He favored Chou Tzuyu greatly for all of the things she had done for his son. Remaining by his side for nine years was not an easy job. She had suffered a great ordeal to get to where she stood today, only for it to all come crumbling down because of a single woman.

"I'll be heading back now, Somi." Jennie gently whispered to the sleeping woman. She felt a pang of guilt hit her when she realized it had been two days already and her Somi has yet to wake up.

Jennie did not want to imagine or even entertain the idea of what would have happened if she had discovered Somi too late. The results would be disastrous.

Jennie picked up her purse and it was then she felt two pairs of eyes on her. She instantly turned around to see Mr. and Mrs. Manoban standing by the door.

She held her purse in front of her body and bowed a bit. "Good morning."

Marco Manoban grumbled under his breath, "It was a good one until I saw you."

Chittip Manoban roughly elbowed her husband, slightly glaring at him. Did he want his eldest son to hate him? Besides, what was so wrong with Jennie? Reputations can easily be changed!

"Good morning, Jennie. I did not expect to see you here this early." Chittip Manoban warmly smiled, slipping her hand through her husband's elbow and dragging him into the room.

"I was worried about Somi and decided it was best to come here early in case she wakes up." Jennie calmly responded, her mouth lifting into a tiny, graceful smile.

Chittip Manoban could already imagine how beautiful her grandchildren would be. Both her son and Jennie had very favorable features that would certainly mix well together.

"Before coming to this room, we consulted the doctor in charge of her." Chittip Manoban felt a squeeze on her arm, a warning from her husband to not speak anymore. For the first time in a while, she ignored him.

"The doctor reported Somi's condition is very stable, thus, she would wake up very soon." Chittip Manoban could feel her husband shooting daggers with his eyes, angered that she had disobeyed him. She coldly glowered at him, her eyes boring a hole through his skull.

Her message was clear: You don't own me.

They were husband and wife, which meant they were on equal footing.

Jennie felt her heart soar at the good news. Her face became visibly brighter, her eyes shining more. "Is that so? That's wonderful to hear."

Chittip Manoban felt her heart softened when she saw the happiness on Jennie's face.

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After the brief run-in with Lisa's parents, Jennie made her way to RJ's headquarters. She walked upstairs and when she was right outside of Kim Hanbin's doors, Kim Mingyu spoke up from his desk, "President, Mr. Kim is not in his office right now."

Jennie paused and checked the time. Their lunch would begin in approximately two hours. Where was he? "That's fine, prepare the documents that must be looked over and signed today. As well as this week's report."

"Mr. Kim has already checked over everything yesterday as well as this morning."

"Even the ones for today...?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jennie always knew Kim Hanbin was a hardworking man, ever since their high school years. Even though he was the school's Prince Charming and could ask any straight-A student to do his homework, he did not seize the chance. He did everything on his own and after finishing the assignments for the entire month, he'd complete workbooks too advanced for his age.

Kim Hanbin was trained to become the next CEO of his father's company like all of his siblings. However, when the selection year came along, his eldest brother was effortlessly chosen to be the successor, whereas Kim Hanbin was forced to stand on the sidelines. He was the second son of the family and despite the title, was not bestowed the name of Vice President.

Jennie remembered stumbling upon his drunken body at a nightclub two years ago. He had drunk half the bar dry, was basically crying in the ample chests of a woman, and babbling about his pathetic state. Luckily for him, she was able to step in before any paparazzi photos were taken.