Chapter 255: Chapter 253: Will You Be Responsible for a Lifetime? (4)

Marlon Marshall was speechless. Seeing he couldn’t argue his way out of it, he could only say, "Jean, I just made a mistake any man would make. Can’t you forgive me this once? I’ll never see Carol Young again, I swear!"

Jean Grant sneered. "And how much is your promise worth? Since marrying you, I’ve spent over ten million on you and your mother. Don’t you think you should be satisfied?"

"Jean, for our child’s sake, can’t you forgive me just this once?"

Jean Grant lifted her shirt, untied the pillow, and threw it right at Marlon Marshall’s head. "Child? Here, take a look! This is your child!"

Marlon Marshall was stunned. "Where’s the baby?"

He had seen her round belly with his own eyes, but now it was completely flat.

"The night I found you and Carol Young getting hot and heavy in the car, I went and had an abortion!" Jean Grant’s eyes quickly filled with tears. "The test your mother had me get was a fake. It was a boy, but I didn’t want him. I didn’t want my child to be born with a father like you!"

Marlon Marshall was dumbfounded, then instantly filled with rage. "Jean Grant! You’re so damn vicious!"

She laughed out loud. "Me, vicious? I admit it, I am. So let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. For a divorce. They just opened. We don’t want to be late."

Marlon Marshall quickly threw on his clothes, then suddenly grabbed Jean Grant by the throat, his grip gradually tightening. "Divorce? Don’t even think about it. I’m not divorcing you. Jean Grant, I’ll drag you down with me for the rest of your life!"

Jean Grant’s hand fumbled inside her clothes. She suddenly pulled out a pistol and aimed it at him. "Let go."

She could barely breathe.

When Marlon Marshall saw the gun, he wasn’t the least bit afraid. "Let’s see who’s faster! Me strangling you to death, or you pulling that trigger!"

Jean Grant aimed at his thigh and fired.

The bullet tore into his flesh. An immense pain spread through him, and he finally let go, clutching his blood-soaked leg. Jean Grant seized the opportunity to gasp for air, one hand still holding the gun while the other quickly dialed Quentin Grant’s number.

"Brother, hurry!"

’I had thought I could handle Marlon Marshall myself, make his life a living hell. But at the critical moment, I still didn’t have what it takes. I still had to rely on my family’s power.’

’She didn’t dare to imagine what would have happened. If she hadn’t had the gun ready, would he have strangled her to death just now?’

Marlon Marshall yelled, "Mom!"

But at that moment, Mrs. Marshall had already gone out to meet her boy toy and wasn’t home.

The housekeeper hurried upstairs and was horrified by the scene before her.

"Housekeeper, find me a rope, quickly."

She did as she was told, retrieving a sturdy rope from the storage room and bringing it upstairs. She tied up Marlon Marshall, who was slumped on the floor.

Blood was steadily flowing from Marlon Marshall’s thigh. He couldn’t move and was now tied up. He immediately started begging, "Jean, take me to... to the hospital."

Jean Grant sat on the bed waiting for Quentin Grant, completely unfazed by him. "You won’t die from that anytime soon, so don’t worry. Besides, even if you did die, it wouldn’t be a big deal. We’ll wait for my brother to get here."

Marlon Marshall had heard her call Quentin Grant. Now, the mere thought of Quentin arriving filled him with fear. He knew exactly what kind of man Quentin Grant was—he was not someone to be trifled with.

’For a man like that, getting rid of him would be as easy as child’s play.’

He understood this better than anyone.

"Jean, if this gets in the news, it’s the Grant Family that will be embarrassed. Calm down. We’re husband and wife. Just forgive me this once, okay?"

"How could it possibly be the Grant Family that’s embarrassed? I’ll release the video of you and Carol Young having sex in the guest room. Marlon Marshall, your life will be over. You married me and didn’t treat me right, so I’ll show you exactly what the consequences are!"

’Jean Grant’s mind was made up. Now that she had chosen Ethan Ellsworth, she absolutely could not stay with this piece of shit.’

Marlon Marshall was at a complete loss. The immense pain in his leg made him want to kill Jean Grant right then and there, but he was helpless. He could only sneer, "Why weren’t you like this when I was fucking you just now? Who was it moaning so enthusiastically under me, begging me to get on top of you? What’s wrong? Feeling good? And now you’re just going to turn on me?"

The door flew open.

Quentin Grant stood in the doorway, his face a mask of fury. Beside him was Ethan Ellsworth, though his anger wasn’t as obvious as Quentin’s. It was clear that both of them had heard Marlon Marshall’s words.

Ethan Ellsworth looked at Jean Grant, his eyes so cold it was as if he were looking at a stranger. No one knew how much pain he was in at that moment.

Jean Grant shot to her feet. She looked at Ethan Ellsworth, stammering as she rushed to deny it, "Don’t believe a word that madman says."

Ethan Ellsworth didn’t speak. Instead, Quentin Grant walked up to Marlon Marshall, looked down at him coldly, and said, "You? You think a pathetic creature like you is even capable of wronging Jean?"

Marlon Marshall didn’t dare to look up, his voice trembling. "Brother, please, spare me this time. I’ll treat Jean well from now on."

Quentin Grant lifted his foot and stomped on Marlon Marshall’s head, grinding his face into the floor until it was distorted.

"To be a man and end up like you is just pathetic. I’ll give you one chance. Go and finalize the divorce papers now, and I’ll let you live. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving this room today."

Marlon Marshall nodded immediately. "I’ll do it. But please, I’m begging you, get the bullet out of my thigh first."

Quentin Grant looked back toward the Men in Black at the door. "Find a doctor. Get them over here to take the bullet out."

A doctor arrived quickly. With no anesthetic, he simply used a knife to dig out the bullet. The pain was so intense Marlon Marshall nearly passed out. In his mind, he cursed Jean Grant a thousand times over.

His wound was bandaged and he was given a change of clothes. Before Marlon Marshall even had a chance to rest, he was "escorted" by Quentin Grant to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

And just like that, he and Jean Grant finalized their divorce.

On the way back from the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jean Grant noticed Ethan Ellsworth hadn’t said a single word to her. Her heart began to pound with anxiety. "Ellsworth, are you angry?"

Ethan Ellsworth looked up at her. "Yes, I’m angry. Jean, you should be glad I’m still angry. If I weren’t, it would mean you’re no longer important to me."

Jean Grant grabbed his hand. When she touched him, she found it was ice-cold, as if he had been plunged into a freezing cellar.

"We’re divorced now. Nothing like this will ever happen again. Ethan Ellsworth, we can finally be together openly." Jean Grant leaned on his shoulder. "Are you happy?"

Ethan Ellsworth looked at her and asked in return, "Are you happy?"

Jean Grant replied, "I’m worried. Worried your family won’t accept me."

Ethan Ellsworth answered calmly, "My mother and your mother get along well."

The implication was that even if his family didn’t approve of her, they wouldn’t embarrass her. It was a non-issue.

Jean Grant sat up straight. "Then... can we live together?"