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Chapter 1413 Why Should His Wife Suffer?

The store manager anxiously took out her phone and opened the video.

Oh no, I'm in so much trouble!

As the manager of a luxury store where a single cup could cost thousands of dollars, she knew very

well that discussing customer privacy was forbidden, let alone secretly filming them.

Jonas watched the video expressionlessly. When he finished, he received a notification on his phone

showing a successful transfer had been made.

The manager almost cried. "Mr. Crawford..."

Jonas gave her a gentle smile. "Leave your contact information. I hope you can 'accidentally' upload

this video online when the need arises."

The manager stuttered, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't—"

Stunned and unable to react for a moment, the manager instinctively commented as a result of her

professional ethics. "I can't reveal my customer's details."

Even though Aimee wasn't here to make a purchase, she was considered a customer as long as she

had entered the store.

With a charming smile, Jonas offered, "I'll give you one million."

The manager was shocked.

Deal! she screamed in her head.

Jonas knew the manager would lose her job once she was caught leaking customer information.

Therefore, offering her one million was just enough to secure her future career plans.

Jonas transferred the money directly because he would certainly release the video.

There was no reason for his wife to suffer from unjust criticism.

Why should his wife have to suffer when he had the money to do anything he pleased? Besides, it was

not like his wife was in the wrong.

Ding! 'You've received a new payment of one million dollars.'

The manager was utterly shocked.

One million.

There was one freaking million dollars!

She didn't want to do it, but Jonas offered her too much.

"Alright. Rest assured, Mr. Crawford, I will be there if you need my help."

Having received one million for no reason, the manager almost bowed and paid respects to her

benefactor.

A store manager like her usually earned an annual salary of only 30 thousand. It would take ten years

for her to get 300 thousand and thirty years to get nearly one million, meaning she had now pre-

received the salary for the coming decades.

Now, she need not worry about getting fired, being scolded by the boss every day, or getting stressed

about the monthly KPIs. She now had thirty years of paid leave and would have reached retirement

age after thirty years. Who wouldn't go for that?

The manager sent Jonas off, beaming. Then, she confidently closed the roller shutters as she had

decided to resign and return to her hometown.

'Sir, Happy New Year! I'm resigning.'

Her text rendered her boss confused.

...

Quinnie sat in the car with her baby in her arms, feeling extremely depressed.

"I know I shouldn't care about other people's opinions, but I... I can't ignore them."

She choked up, not understanding how things had turned out this way. It felt like every day of her life

was bleak.

She couldn't find her value in life, and everything she tried to do seemed to have gone wrong.

When her baby was just born, she didn't know how to breastfeed and had no breast milk. She was both

anxious and devastated.

When her baby needed her, she couldn't hold him much during her postpartum period, as she had

severe complications from the cesarean section.

When her baby was over a month old and needed a diaper change, she was flustered and didn't put it

on properly, leading to her baby getting diaper rash.

Afterward, she planned to regain her figure, so she went on a diet and had low-calorie foods daily, even

doing body shaping exercises.

However, the more she tried to lose weight, the more she gained weight.

In just four to five months, her life underwent a tremendous change.

She used to feel that nothing could defeat her as long as she worked hard enough and that she could

overcome anything.

But since giving birth to her baby, she felt that she couldn't do anything well. She even failed to manage

her figure.

At that point, she realized there were things that were unachievable even with effort. The harder she

tried, the less she gained, and the more she couldn't find her value, which made her increasingly doubt

herself. It was like her former brilliance was merely a capital-driven hype, but she had mistakenly taken

it as her ability.

After giving birth, Quinnie was easily depressed and cried a lot. Even thinking about these things now

made her feel like crying again.

Right then, Jonas walked in and noticed her low spirits.

"Why are you crying?" Jonas was distressed and held her in his arms. "Whenever you feel like crying,

remember that I'm always here."

Quinnie choked up. "I feel like I don't deserve you anymore. I've gained so much weight, but you are

getting even more handsome."

Jonas couldn't help but laugh. After giving it serious thought, he suggested, "How about I gain weight

with you?"

She rejected, "No way!"

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But the Woods family and Jonas had never treated her like that.

Jonas kissed her forehead and said, "Alright, let's go home for Christmas. We'll go see Lilly. Maybe she

has a solution."

Jonas also found it strange because Quinnie was very disciplined and hardworking. With how much

effort she had put in, she should've lost weight and regained her figure. Even if the progress was slow,

she shouldn't be gaining more weight.

Moreover, she didn't have any midnight snacks either.

Due to suspicions, Jonas had asked Josh and Zachary to give Quinnie a checkup. Even Grace would

check on Quinnie frequently, but there was nothing wrong with Quinnie.

That made Jonas constantly worried, wondering if the past incident with the doll still affected her.

At Crawford Mansion, the living room was enveloped in a mysterious soft light. Margaret and others

were busy, leaving only the Crawfords in the living room, talking and chatting while watching Lilly.

Hugh sat on the couch, habitually holding a newspaper, but his gaze occasionally shifted to Lilly, Cloud,

and Jean.

His eyes carried a sense of contentment, and his typically stern countenance had softened. Even some

of his wrinkles had smoothed out a bit.

As though playing with clay, Lilly kept pinching various parts of Cloud's body.

His tattered soul had finally been fully regathered.

Cloud quickly lifted Nephele and asked, "Can you mold her back as well? Uhm... I'm not rushing you. It

just so happened that…"

Lilly was confused.

She hadn't said anything yet.

Why was her seventh uncle so eager to explain things?