The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1056

Nathan inquired, "What's her family background?"

"Imogen's father is disabled, and her mother works as a cleaner. She graduated from technical school but never found a permanent job. After marrying Jasper, he secretly had her join Star Enterprise."

Surprised, Nathan blurted, "They're really from different worlds. How did Jasper meet someone from that social class?"

Mila shook her head, signaling her lack of knowledge, and sighed once more.

Nathan felt equally helpless. Pulling Mila close on the couch, he continued, "Then Jasper should put in more effort to boost her self-esteem and help her gain confidence. Let Imogen know that while society may have its divisions, our family doesn't judge her based on her background."

"Yeah, Jasper should help ease her burden of thoughts. She seems burdened by it," Mila nodded thoughtfully.

Nathan deeply empathized with Imogen's feelings. After all, with such a vast difference, Imogen must have worried that she and her parents would not fit in well with the Morrisons.

Suddenly recalling some other matter, Mila slapped Nathan's arm and exclaimed, "Oh no!"

With a wince, Nathan inquired, "What's so urgent that you had to hit me?"

Realizing her abruptness, Mila hurriedly patted his arm. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What's wrong?" Unable to get angry at Mila, he asked in concern.

Mila nervously swallowed. "Jasper's been in the gossip lately."

"With who?"

"The granddaughter of Oakley Gibson. She's quite famous on the inte."

Nathan frowned involuntarily. "Oakley's granddaughter?"

Mila nodded with a troubled expression.

Nathan furrowed his eyebrows, asking, "How did Jasper get involved with her?"

Mila leaned against Nathan, clearly worried. "I had no idea. This is bad. How can Imogen possibly compete with someone from the Gibsons?" "Let Jasper handle it himself."

"Okay."

The city streets shimmered with neon lights, alive with bustling activity.

Jasper stole occasional glances at Imogen beside him as he drove.

Leaning against the window, Imogen was lost in the night scenery, her thoughts in disarray.

"Imogen, I didn't expect you to know my parent." Jasper broke the silence.

Imogen remained silent, staring into the night without a word.

"They really like you," he added.

She didn't know how to respond.

"Should I say thank you? Or should I say I like them too?" she wondered aloud.

As she hesitated over how to address the topic of family, Jasper spoke again, "Let's arrange a time for our parents to meet and dine together." Nervously, Imogen replied, "No, my parents aren't aware of your background yet."

"It's only a matter of time before they find out. Let's take this opportunity to tell them," Jasper insisted.

Imogen lowered her head, her

fingers nervously entwined. She hesitated, then spoke, "Jasper, you, me, and our families, we're just too different. We-"

Cutting her off abruptly, Jasper asserted, Imogen, our backgrounds, families, wealth, and social status; none of these are issues. Whether our marriage lasts is entirely up to yout now." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"If that's the case, what about the rumors with the inte celebrity?" she thought. Imogen wanted to inquire but struggled to find the courage.

She couldn't shake the feeling that

marrying someone as remarkable as

Jasper was an honor for her whole family, leaving her with little to complain about.

She pondered whether this behavior was common among the wealthy: maintaining a marriage with a remarkable wife while pursuing other women.