My Precious Family 3 [Jenlisa]

Chapter 472: Why do I have to be me?

"That's what I thought." Jennie peeled her eyes from Bear, setting them on the window not far away from her bed. "To tell you the truth, making him believe I am who I am isn't what truly scares me. But what terrified me the most is that he would believe that everything I did... everything that I showed him, and everything I had said, were lies."    

She might be in a different body, called by an entirely different name, and had to live the life of another. However, her heart had been genuine since day one in this body.     

"I love him... and that is the truth," she whispered as a thin layer of tears coated her eyes. "If not, then why would I be hurt?"    

Jennie slowly clasped her chest as her fears slowly crawled out of the sealed box in her heart that she kept turning away. "I... can't lose Lisa, Bear. He and Jevy... they're my life now. Without them, I'll be nothing. I'm good as dead."     

A tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes, releasing the frustrations and fear that she suppressed for the longest time. A part of her was grateful Lisa hadn't come to get the truth, and the other part of her was scared he might not see her again. It was better to see him angry instead of not showing up in front of her completely.     

"I'm so sad, Bear," she confessed through her gritted teeth, wiping her eyes with her arm. "Why do I have to be me?"    

Bear's eyes softened, watching her cry quietly like a child. The last time he had seen her cry was during her mother's death. Back then, she cried and cried until she could no longer shed a single tear, no matter what the situation. Seeing her cry right now only meant just how she valued and treasured her husband and son.     

"I'll try my best." Bear forced a smile, making her look back at him. He reached for the tissue on the bedside table, handing it to her to wipe her tears and blow her nose. "Just give him some time, Jane. I believe he isn't shallow."    

"I'm not saying he was." Jennie hiccuped, blowing her nose before she added, "I'm just... you know. He might feel cheated."    

Bear pressed his lips, reaching for her hand. "Don't worry about other things for now."    

"How can I do that?"    

"Think about the baby." He squeezed her hand. "Also, even if he wants a divorce, he had to go through me."    

Jennie hiccuped once again and then threw his hand away. "Don't hurt him."    

"Haha. I won't." Bear chuckled, huffing. "It's getting late. You should rest. Have mercy on your child. Your mother and you are truly reckless even when carrying a child."    

"I don't go parasailing just like her. She's the reason I am so messed up." Jennie calmed down as she wiped her tears. "But you're right. I shouldn't overthink things right now. I'll just use this time to prepare myself for begging on my knees just so he won't kick me out of his life."    

"I don't know if I should cheer you on that."    

"You have to. I'm not going down without a fight."    

"Well, whatever that makes you happy." Bear smiled warmly, staying with her for a while until she fully calmed down. He made sure she was tucked in properly, checking her IVs and her bed before saying goodnight.     

"Bear." Jennie clipped the hem of his suit with her thumb and index, making him look back at her. "Thank you. I feel much better now."    

The smile on his face returned, nodding. "Anything for you." He turned around to brush her head once again.     

"Don't be sad anymore, Jane. Everything will fall into its rightful place once the time comes. Just be patient," he crooned, staring at her straight in the eye. "Sleep now. You need to recover quickly for your son and family."    

"Hmm." Jennie smiled back at him, and she closed her eyes. She knew Bear didn't leave immediately, staying with her until she eventually fell asleep.     

Bear stood beside the bed, eyes on her. A shallow breath slipped past his nostrils, lips shut. Without a word, he quietly walked away. His footsteps were barely heard despite his humongous figure. As he stepped out of the door and closed it behind him, he slowly turned his head to the person leaning against the wall just right beside the door.     

Lisa.     

"That... is my truth, Mr. Manoban," said Bear monotonously, holding Lisa's pair of solemn eyes. "And the only truth that I think matters at this point."    

Bear drew a deep breath as he peeled his eyes from his employer. "You're still fortunate, Mr. Manoban. That I am not doing anything, even after watching my daughter cry so much."    

"It is a hard pill to swallow, but you're hurting my kid more than you think," he added as he took a step away. "Just give her back if you truly don't want anything to do with her after knowing who she was."    

Lisa kept his eyes on Bear, following the latter's figure as Bear walked away. Meanwhile, Lisa stayed in his spot, not moving an inch. After a while, he glanced over his shoulder and his eyes landed on the shut door.     

Another deep breath slipped past his nostrils as he peeled his back from the wall. He stood in front of the door, opening it slightly. When he peeked inside and saw her sleeping, Lisa invited himself in. He stepped in as quietly as possible, sitting on the chair beside the bed.     

It wasn't that he never visited his wife. There wasn't a single day he didn't visit her, but he would come whenever she was sleeping. Why? Because when he processed everything that happened, there was one thing he realized. He didn't have the face to show her.     

His heart was just filled with guilt and shame — he couldn't even describe it in words. Thus, he avoided her until he got enough courage to talk to her, and set things straight about them... about her.    

"That girl..." he whispered, eyes on Jennie's side profile. "... she resembles that woman in the wanted poster. And for some reason, I'm not surprised she ended up as an outlaw."