My husband is mentally ill
*Episode 13

"really?" Jesika immediately spoke in a rather high tone. He really did not believe in that answer.

"Why did that choice fall on me? What made you choose me, Mr. Dimas?"

"For that question, I can't answer it, miss. Because I don't know."

"Oh. That's it. Mm ... But, what if my mama sent Mila here instead? What's gonna happen?"

"Master will annul his son's marriage. However, he had already thought things through well. She knows how Miss Emily treated her son. Hence, the great master did not say directly that the one in the application was miss. Because the great lord was certain that Madame Emily would also send Miss Jesika to be the young master's wife."

Jesika. He was actually still a little confused by the explanation from Mr. Dimas. But, he did not want to ask any more Because before, he had already raised many questions to the middle-aged man.

Meanwhile, Mr. Dimas understands what Jesi is feeling. Just talk straight up again. "In essence, the lady was carefully selected by the great master. However, the woman that the great master chose was the title-holder of a wife for the young master. He certainly wouldn't just pick a girl for his son."

"As for Emily's mistress, Miss Jesi's foster mother, she would certainly not be willing to let go of her son to marry our mentally damaged young master. Although the dowry we gave was quite large."

"May I know how much it costs, Mr. Dimas?" jesika suddenly felt interested.

"Above three billion, miss. All the corporate debt that your family has, we paid off. And, just clean money we hand over three point five billion."

Recontact. The answer immediately made Jesi shocked not dumbstruck. His mouth was wide open. Apparently, the adoptive mother had sold it with money worth over three billion. Really fantastic price himself turned out.

'It turned out, my adoptive family made a huge profit from selling myself. Oh my God .. I really feel really hurt about it. Even though this family is rich. That much money means nothing to them. But ... I feel .. very embarrassed later. Because my mom is hard to sell me at a pretty expensive price.'

'Ah, stop. I consider it my last sacrifice to the papa family. Reply to papa's good service which has been very good to me. Caring for me lovingly from childhood until I matured as I am today. So, my debt is now breakeven.'

....

While in front of the room door, Jesi's chest suddenly skipped a beat. For some reason, he suddenly felt very nervous. More nervous than when he faced Mama Jona in the family room earlier.

Without knocking on the door first, Mr. Dimas just opened the door. Either because it was used to it, or indeed Jona was mentally damaged so badly that Mr. Dimas could just enter without permission to his master's room. But clearly, it was a little strange for Jesi who was always knocking on the door every time she wanted to enter someone else's room.

When the door opened, he could immediately see the owner of the room who was now sitting daydreaming on the sofa near the window. Really, Jesi immediately looked fixedly at the man she had just seen the first time with these eyes of her head.

That guy is really handsome. Although his body was a bit thin, but his good looks still did not fade in the slightest. Straight hair that falls when the wind greets. Sexy red pomegranate lips. Ripe sapodilla skin that looks more pure white. She is perfect to be described as a k-pop idol who hails from the world's largest k-pop producing neighboring country.

Really, Jesi could not take his eyes off when he saw the handsome prince that was before him at the moment. She's too beautiful for Jesi to ignore.

However, suddenly, the voice of Mr. Dimas damaged Jesi's focus on admiring the handsome prince. Inevitably, Jesi was forced to turn to see Mr. Dimas who was now inviting him to talk.

"Well lady, he is our young master. Young master Jonathan."

"O-oh. She ... the person?"

"Yes. He's the guy. The one that the missus should take care of as best as possible."

Finished saying those words, Dimas immediately walked over to Jona. He gently touched Jona's shoulder and impressed quite carefully.

Then, Mr. Dimas said. "Young master, he's Jesika. Your wife just arrived at this house."

Jona turned to Dimas. Then, he immediately looked towards Jesi. But, it was only for a moment. Just glance at a glance. Because next, Jona again looked out through the window of her room.