The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1082

Carol no longer believed the portrayal of wealthy women on television.

Jasper took Imogen's hand, and they sat down on the couch together, feeling anxious. It was their parents' first meeting, and the hospital setting added to the tension. If things went wrong and their relationship soured, their future would look bleak.

Imogen was particularly anxious. Her palms were growing clammy. Jasper pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her palms before reassuringly saying. "There's no need to be nervous. My parents are easygoing."

Offering an awkward smile, Imogen teased him, whispering. "You seem more nervous than I am, don't you think?"

Jasper chuckled but offered no reply. Dealing with Gregory and Carol was sure to be a bit daunting.

Typically reserved around strangers, Nathan found it difficult to start a conversation at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol felt apprehensive and cautious, worried that any misstep could upset the Morrisons and cause problems for Imogen.

Sensing the tension, Mila swiftly started a conversation. "Carol, I heard you lost your job?"

Carol quickly nodded, humming in response.

"Did the company offer any severance?' Mila asked.

Carol shook her head and said in a resigned tone. "The company was just a small cleaning service that relied mostly on freelance gigs. I never had a contract, so there's no severance pay."

Mila turned to Nathan. "Nate, did you hear that?"

"Got it. I'll make sure someone follows up on this. We'll address severance pay, penalties, and restructuring. Nothing will slip through the cracks," Nathan responded.

Carol and Gregory looked bewildered, blinking in surprise. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and everyone's attention shifted to it. "General Morrison, they're here," a commanding voice announced from outside.

"Who's here?" Carol whispered anxiously.

"Let them in," Nathan instructed the person outside the door.

Mila leaned in close to Carol, gently holding her arm as she whispered, "They're the ones who sent people to harm Gregory, ruin your home, and cost you your job."NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Carol's face drained of color as she stammered, "B-But... aren't they..."

Mila flashed a reassuring smile, giving Carol's shoulder a comforting pat. "Don't worry. With us here, no one will dare to threaten your family."

Just then, two sharply dressed men in suits entered, positioning themselves by the door with a respectful demeanor. They radiated authority; their posture was straight and commanding.

Next entered the wealthy tycoon Oakley, a familiar figure from television, accompanied by his granddaughter Yulia.

Oakley was known for his bold, high-profile persona. In his youth, he amassed wealth through controversial means. In later years, he focused on reshaping his public image and became a well-known local philanthropist. Due to his high-profile image, he often appeared on major media channels.

Oakley walked in with a warm smile, offering a polite handshake as he greeted humbly, "General Morrison, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nathan fixed him with a firm stare and declined the handshake. Oakley withdrew his hand sheepishly while maintaining his ingratiating smile.

Yulia entered with an air of haughty disdain. Her eyes scanned the room, lingering intensely on Jasper for a moment before turning icy and imperious as she directed her gaze toward Imogen.

"Grandpa, it's her. She actually threw boiling water on my face. It could have scarred me for life," Yulia openly complained to Oakley before everyone.

Jasper's expression changed drastically as soon as those words left her mouth. A chilling intensity—never seen before—filled his eyes.

In some cases, ignorance could have troubling consequences. It became even more concerning when someone was unaware of their limitations and used their power unjustly.

Oakley was so terrified that he broke out in a cold sweat. Quickly pushing down Yulia's hand, he muttered, "My dear Yulia! Are you trying to get me killed? That's General Morrison's daughter-in-law!"