My Evil Husband
Putting Mistakes on Him

As soon as she ran away from the room, Layla started crying. Given how loudly Jason warned him and threw away the food he was carrying, he felt a great sadness and failure. Plus, Jason did not hesitate to give all his attention to Esme.

Esme liked Jason when she was thirteen, but she liked Jason from puberty. Her feelings for Jason began much earlier than Esme did, and she knew him earlier than the prostitute!

Why did Jason marry Esme, and not her? Was it because Esme had been stalking him the entire time until they got married?

Outside the hospital, Clara is waiting for Layla. He didn't like Esme, so he didn't come in. Seeing Layla crying as she hid, she was flabbergasted, “Silver, what happened? Why are you crying?”

Layla ignored him, sobbing running into the car. Clara sat in the steering wheel, while Layla was in the passenger seat. But Clara didn't turn on the machine, she looked at Layla anxiously, “Did that whore bother you?”

Although she disliked Esme as a younger sister, but she refrained from intimidating the woman in the Andreas family. Especially when she likes Jason, until they finally get married.

And today it's doubled as she watched the way Jason treated Esme and how the man scolded her.

His heart is completely broken!

“What happened?” Clara is still in confusion.

Did Layla need to cry to this extent just because Young Master Hall was kind to Esme? She had never seen Layla cry.

“In front of my eyes, Jason threw my soup into the garbage can, saying if he wouldn't let Esme torment his stomach by eating the food I made. She ... She even scolded me! But comfort Esme and say she will cook for her in the future.”

An expression of absolute jealousy crossed Clara's eyes as she heard those words from Layla. Slut Esme, really lucky!

He frowned as if deeply disturbed, “Young Master Hall was suddenly kind to Esme. Could she be pregnant?”

This question further triggered Layla, her body shaking as she shouted, “How is it possible? Even if it were, being thrown off the horse would definitely tear down the fetus, right?”

“You're right ...”

“You're the one to blame!” Suddenly Layla looked coldly at Clara.

“Sister, why are you blaming me again?”

Can Layla not blame anyone in her head?

“That's because you drugged Jason! It encourages him to sleep with Esme. He started treating Esme well after that. And it was all your idea! Think it's a good idea for Esme!”

Clara felt hurt hearing the accusation, “How can I understand if all this will happen?”

“Oh, don't you know? You don't know, do you? Why does the Andreas family have someone as stupid as you?!”

“Sister, do you think I want Young Master Hall to treat Esme well? I was planning to ruin his reputation, and thus Young Master Hall reached the decision to divorce him.”

“Jason has decided to divorce Esme from the start! It's all your fault! You pushed them together!”

Layla's eyes were extremely cold, sharper than a sword as she set her sights on Clara. Everything, all the mistakes that had happened were spilled onto Clara's body.

Clara's eyes reddened in sadness, seeing her Brother treating her like this. “Sister, I didn't try to push them together, I ...”

“Do not say again!” Layla suddenly snapped in a rough voice. Inside the car an outsider could not see what was going on, therefore there was no need to suppress or hide his feelings.

Although Clara was already used to her brother's personality, it still didn't match up with him being blamed and snapped when he didn't make a mistake.

“It's been a reality Jason treated Esme well. If we want him to hate him like in the past, we have to think of a way to completely destroy his reputation.” Layla's cold voice sounded again.

“What is the rest of Esme's untarnished reputation?” Clara asked puzzledly, and her voice choked a little, “Didn't she turn into an innocent baby lately? Even the clothes and style are not the same. How do you think about getting him back to his old state?”

Layla was also pensive. This ... what should he do to make that happen?

Esme again felt pain after her back sat too long. Jason laid her down gently, even covering her with a blanket attentively. Raising his head, he saw Seth who was still in the room.

Jason's eyes darkened threateningly, “Why haven't you left yet?”

The corner of Seth's lips curved with a demonic smile. “I'm waiting for you to invite me to lunch.”

“I want to accompany my wife.”

“You still have to eat even if you want to stay with your wife.”

Esme stared with sleepy eyes, “Go and eat something with Seth.”

“I'm not hungry.”

Seth walked over to him. One hand clasped Jason's shoulder as he said, “You have plenty of time to accompany your wife. Let's eat!”

Jason wants to get rid of Seth. His thick brows furrowed together as he glared at Seth's hand. Two men touched and held back, what kind of attitude was this?

However, Esme lashed out like she threw them out, “You two just go! I can't sleep well if anyone else is in my room.”

“Did you hear it? Your wife doesn't like you sticking to her.” Seth screams playfully, but deep in Jason's ears, the words sting.

So, this is what it feels like to be hated by someone we love?

Jason exited the room and swung Seth's hand with a cold expression.

Seth noticed Jason's dark expression and quickly said, “I'll buy, okay?”

“I don't need it.” He's got money.

“Esme needs rest, so you need to rest well. If you make yourself starve to death and get sick, who's there to take care of you?” Shaking his head, Seth said, “I don't understand with you two. In the past, he's been clinging to you. And now, you're the one who clung to him. Does that call karma apply?”

Jason doesn't care about it, walking ahead of Seth. But in his heart, those words were a little teasing.

When Jason came back, it was already an hour. Carrying the place of food in his hand, he entered slowly closer to the side of the bed. Both of his eyes looked at Esme's deeply asleep face.

Without makeup, Esme's face looks more beautiful and soft. In the past, she had always shown a face with thick makeup, making her lazy to look for too long.

And now, looking at this face, he could not hold his hand. As if moving on its own, it outstretchedly wanted to caress Esme's face.

As soon as his hand was about to touch, Esme's eyes suddenly opened.

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