Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 88: "You’re Not Chloe Nash—Who Are You Really?
Jett really wanted to say that he and Chloe have a dog son.
But he realized yesterday that Chloe is afraid of dogs.
The person he once knew so well has now become a stranger.
It seems the person before him, apart from her face, is no longer the Chloe he knew.
The old Chloe wasn’t allergic to pollen, wasn’t afraid of dogs, and didn’t have claustrophobia.
But the person before him has opposite reactions.
If it happened once, it might be a coincidence, but with so many anomalies, Jett doesn’t believe it’s a coincidence, nor does he believe it’s a change in Chloe’s body.
The same face, but different habits.
Perhaps they are not even the same person.
Where did the real Chloe go?
Did she encounter any danger?
Thinking of this possibility, Jett felt as if something was stabbing his heart, making it hard to breathe.
For the first time, the always composed and calm him felt so flustered.
No matter what he speculated, the person before him was not the Chloe he had loved for years.
Then what is the relationship between this person and Chloe?
And why are Chloe’s parents also...
Jett’s deep, unfathomable eyes stared at Chloe for a long time before he spoke.
"You should rest and get better, I’ll come see you tomorrow."
With that, he turned and left.
As the door of the ward closed, his hands were trembling.
If he hadn’t forcibly suppressed his emotions, he would have confronted Chloe just now.
He wanted to ask her who she really was.
Ask her where the real Chloe was.
But at the critical moment, he held back.
Everything has cause and effect, and before understanding it clearly, he couldn’t act rashly.
He was afraid of harming the real Chloe.
Jett took out his phone and called his assistant: "Do a DNA test for Chloe."
He wanted to see if this Chloe was really a Nash family daughter.
Jett sat in the car, his hands shaking as he lit a cigarette.
He inhaled deeply, the heavy smoke traveling through his throat penetrating his lungs.
The taste of nicotine couldn’t numb his current pain.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, looking up towards the building.
A mournful sound escaped his throat: "Chloe, where have you gone, can I see you again?"
Thinking about this, Jett couldn’t help but clench the cigarette in his palm.
The burning heat left him with no sensation.
All the current consequences stemmed from that woman Claire Channing. If it weren’t for her forcing Chloe away, none of this would have happened.
A good marriage was torn apart by that woman.
Even five years later, she’s still relentless, continuing to harm Chloe.
Thinking of this, a dark glow flickered in Jett’s deep eyes.
He took out his phone and called home.
The call was answered by the butler, "Young Master, what are your instructions?"
Jett hid all his hatred, speaking in his usual tone: "Tell Claire Channing that grandmother’s condition has worsened and requires immediate surgery. I’ve arranged for a doctor and will take her to see grandmother shortly."
The butler immediately responded: "Alright, I’ll inform Madam right away."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sterling was somewhat incredulous.
Lately, Jett had been at odds with her, not even returning home.
How could he suddenly take her to the hospital? Could it be that grandmother’s condition has really worsened?
Though she was suspicious, she didn’t dare to ask further.
Maintaining a good relationship with Jett was the most important thing for her in this family.
She stood in the yard early, with her bag, waiting.
Once in the car, she anxiously asked, "Jett, which doctor did you find? Didn’t the director say yesterday that it was difficult to operate now? It might not even be possible to come off the operating table, needing several days to recuperate. How can it be done today?"
Jett drove with a stern face, glancing at Mrs. Sterling through the rearview mirror.
"This surgery might be difficult for others now, but for Chloe, it isn’t. She agreed to perform the surgery for my grandmother."
Hearing that name, Mrs. Sterling’s hands tightened in fear, dropping her phone.
Wasn’t Chloe thrown into a shipping container at the docks by someone?
How could she possibly come out to perform surgery?
Did someone save her?
But with so many containers, how could she be found? Even if found, her condition would have acted up from being in a closed space for too long.
What did Jett mean by this?
Was he testing her, or was Chloe really okay?
Mrs. Sterling lowered her head to pick up her phone, her mind racing.
Because she didn’t know what would happen in the next second.
Whether the kidnapping was exposed, or if Chloe was indeed rescued.
Seeing her panicked expression, Jett sneered: "Why are you so nervous? Don’t you want Chloe to perform the surgery for my grandmother?"
Mrs. Sterling quickly shook her head: "No, I’m just worried Chloe might seek revenge. Because I separated you, she might take it out on your grandmother. Jett, your grandmother loved you from a young age, I don’t think we should take this risk."
Jett suddenly braked sharply, stopping the car.
Due to inertia, Mrs. Sterling’s body lurched forward.
Jett raised his arm and grabbed her throat, his eyes full of shadows staring at her.
"Is it you who don’t want to take this risk, or are you afraid? Tell me, why did you want Chloe dead."
With every encountered incident she faced related to this woman, Jett’s grip tightened.
Mrs. Sterling gasped for air, her face turning red from suffocation.
But all the pain couldn’t compare to the fear in her heart.
She could only feign innocence: "Jett, your father made me do it, he didn’t want you and Chloe to have any more ties."
Jett sneered: "Since you killed for my father, you should bear the consequences for him."
After saying this, he struck the back of Mrs. Sterling’s neck.
He dumped her onto the back seat.
Then took out his phone and called Silas Prescott.
"I’ll send the person you’re looking for to you, do whatever you want with her, it’s none of my business."
Silas hung up the phone and left, not returning for a while.
Chloe felt worried.
She feared Silas might do something illegal for her.
Just as she was about to pick up the phone to call, the ward door opened.
Jett, dressed in black, with a cold expression, stood at the door.
His deep black eyes exuded a dangerous light.
He walked step by step to Chloe’s bedside.
Handing her a parentage report, his voice cold: "You’re not Vincent’s daughter. Who are you really?"
