Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike-Chapter 312 - 300: Call Me Mom

Jane Jefferson wasn’t wearing makeup today, her face bare and freckles clearly visible above her cheekbones.

It seemed she truly wasn’t wearing makeup because she was pregnant.

She smiled, her emotions unchanged: "My evidence is the photos you’ve seen, taken from the hotel monitoring. You can see the date and time on them. The two of us were alone in the room for nearly an hour. As adults, can’t you imagine what might happen?"

Sienna Thornton thought that Jane daring to confront her directly meant she must have something more besides the photos of Simon Forrester entering her room and them leaving together.

She must make her show her hand!

"Let’s assume the child in your belly is Simon Forrester’s. So what?" Sienna’s voice was calm and decisive, "Simon and I are getting married soon. If you want your child to call me mom, then go ahead and have the baby. No one will stop you!"

As she said this, a waiter came over to take her order. She waved them off and, after finishing her words, got up to leave.

"Lawyer Thornton!" Jane called out.

Sienna turned her face, her eyes cold and mocking.

Jane said, "I will give birth to the child. I will tell them who their father is, but I won’t use this child to threaten you. I wish you happiness!"

By the end of her words, her voice cracked with a sob.

Sienna’s stomach couldn’t stop churning as she apathetically responded, "Suit yourself," and promptly left the scene.

She held her breath, ran back to her car, and barely closed the door before she was compelled by the wave of nausea rising from her stomach. She grabbed the car trash can and vomited several mouthfuls of bitter liquid.

Just the thought of Jane and Simon spending an hour alone in the hotel room made her want to throw up.

She retched a few more times into the trash until she spat out yellow liquid, then clutched her stomach, leaning against the steering wheel to catch her breath.

After a while, she wiped her mouth clean, rinsed with mineral water, gathered her emotions, and took her phone from her bag to call Simon Forrester, but another call came in suddenly.

It was Harrison Rowe.

Sienna answered quickly, and before she could speak, she heard Harrison’s anxious voice on the other end: "Lawyer Thornton! Please book a ticket to fly to The Northeast immediately. Director Forrester was injured at the construction site!"

Sienna was startled; the crashing sounds of a building collapsing echoed in her ears. She asked in a panic, "How is he? How severe are the injuries?"

The noise was loud on the other end, and Harrison’s voice wasn’t very clear as he practically shouted into the phone, "He fell from the second floor! His head and spine are injured! He’s in surgery now. You need to come right away!"

Then the call was abruptly ended.

Sienna’s face turned pale, her hands shook, and her immediate reaction was to call Simon Forrester’s phone.

The call went through, but no one answered. Simon always carried his phone, never missing a call. She knew then, something really happened to him.

She quickly searched for the location Simon had sent her, then booked a flight to The Northeast for that evening.

She couldn’t think about anything else, not even the things she had just heard from Jane. Her mind was set on getting to The Northeast as fast as possible.

She rushed home, grabbed some clothes, and immediately drove to the airport. While waiting in the airport terminal, she called Aurora Buckley to ask for leave and instructed Rochelle Linwood about a few things. Then she tried calling Harrison Rowe several times, but couldn’t get through.

She was terrified, standing in the waiting hall, watching planes take off and land, shaking involuntarily. Despite the hot September weather, she felt a chill throughout her body.

She didn’t dare to call Old Master Forrester or Zane Forrester and his wife, fearing they wouldn’t handle the shock well.

Not knowing Simon Forrester’s condition for those few hours felt like the darkest moments of her life...

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Sienna got off the plane at seven and rushed to the hospital, where Simon was still in surgery.

Her eyes were red and swollen, most of her makeup gone, yet she still looked graceful.

She was pale when she found the operating room. Harrison Rowe and some SY designers, as well as the big boss of the project, Jack Hawthorne, were outside.

As soon as they saw her, Harrison quickly came up, "Lawyer Thornton, you’re here."

"How is your Director?" Sienna’s voice was tearful.

Harrison said, "A doctor from the surgery came out earlier. They said it’s a spinal fracture and a mild concussion."

Upon hearing ’spinal fracture,’ Sienna’s mind immediately conjured terrifying words like "paralysis, quadriplegia."

She couldn’t suppress the fear and worry bottled up for hours and began to cry, murmuring, "He’s so young... What will happen now..."

Harrison didn’t know how to comfort her. After sitting her down, he stepped aside to make calls.

Time passed slowly and heavily.

During those two or three hours, besides calling Zion Quincy to consult an orthopedic, she searched online extensively about spinal injuries from falls.

Terrifying words like "paralysis, death" kept appearing before her eyes. Her vision blurred several times, tears wetting her phone screen.

In all that time, the thought that haunted her most was—if Simon were to become paralyzed, what would happen to him?

Such a vibrant person needing a wheelchair, unable to care for himself, how would she comfort him, help him live well...

Sienna realized she would never again endure a moment as dark as this in her life.

The sky outside was pitch black, yet inside the hospital, it was as bright as day with lights, cold air blowing outside the operating room, the automatic doors opening and closing, doctors in surgical gowns coming and going, and family members waiting anxiously with hope.

At past ten, the surgery wasn’t over.

Sienna’s red and swollen eyes looked at the words on the screen’s lower-right corner—Orthopedics: Simon Forrester, in surgery.

Tears filled her eyes again.

"Lawyer Thornton..." Harrison sat next to Sienna.

Sienna turned her face, wiped her eyes, and bit her lower lip tightly.

Harrison said, "Director Forrester will be fine. Please, don’t be too sad."

Sienna released her bitten lip, nodded with a choked voice, asking, "Did you notify Grandpa Forrester and his uncle and aunt?"

Harrison shook his head, "Before he lost consciousness, Director Forrester instructed that only you should be informed."

Hearing this, Sienna couldn’t hold back the overwhelming sadness and fear any longer, and burst into tears.

She covered her face, her elbows resting on her knees, utterly drained, shoulders shuddering with sobs.

Harrison’s eyes were also red. He didn’t know whether to comfort her or not, fumbling for a tissue packet from another designer. Just as he was about to hand it over, the operating room door opened.

A nurse shouted from the doorway, "Simon Forrester! Has Simon Forrester’s family arrived?"