Sell it to him.（2）

Her long eyelashes trembled, "I have been wrongly accused," Jane said.

John sat calmly on the cold, hard iron bed, tapping his thigh with his fingers. Of course, he knew she was wrongly accused. Brian followed her to the hotel where she was staying and inexplicably stayed there. Originally, he wanted to witness who her lover was, but all he saw was her taking the child out to play. While she was out, someone bribed the hotel front desk to get a spare key to her room, went in for a while and then left. It was only after the incident that he found out that someone intentionally framed and set her up.

"Jane, why is it that even when you're abroad, you still have people targeting you?"

Jane widened her eyes and stared at John.

Did he mean that he knew she was wrongly accused?

"Even if I have a way to save you, with your current situation, how can I do it?" Seeing her diligently taking care of that child and taking him out to play, he felt sorry for his Jill.

At this moment, his Jill was still alone at home.

John's attitude was like a thorn in Jane's heart, causing her pain and furrowing her brows. She stiffened and looked at him, "Now I only have myself left..."

Her reputation and integrity had been completely destroyed by him, and now she had nothing left to show for herself.

John tapped his fingers, "Then sell yourself to me."

Jane's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at John in disbelief. "Are you taking advantage of the situation?"

John shrugged indifferently, "You can also choose not to let me help."

She felt a pang in her heart. Only John could save her now. She needed to return safely.

"Even if I sell myself, it must have a time limit. My time is precious. I will only sell myself to you for three months. If you don't agree, please leave," she said coldly and harshly, as if discussing someone else's matter.

Only her clenched hands betrayed her anger and nervousness.

She didn't have the courage to see a doctor, unsure of how long she had left to live. Three months was the maximum time she could give. She really wanted to go back and was afraid that John wouldn't agree.

"Okay, it's a deal," John stood up, went out for a while, and then the prison guard came to take Jane out. She was subsequently released on innocent grounds.

On the way back, after 24 tense hours, she fell asleep in her seat.

John sat beside her, looking at her pale face, feeling uneasy. He could have saved her earlier, but he didn't.

"Brian, do you think I'm a bad person?" John asked.

Brian, who was driving, shook his hand, feeling that this was a trap. After careful consideration, he answered decisively, "Of course not. Mr. John, you are very kind-hearted. You could have turned a blind eye to Miss Jane, but instead, you saved her and even took care of her son. There is no one as magnanimous as you in the world."

John felt great about himself. After all, he managed to help his romantic rival take care of his son, even though he felt nauseous throughout the whole process. He felt like he had eaten a fly that crawled over dog poop before landing in his mouth.

These 24 hours are a weight that he cannot bear in his life.

Jane slept particularly heavily during this nap. When she woke up, she saw a strange environment around her, and heard a buzzing sound in her ears, feeling momentarily confused.

When she saw a fleeting white cloud outside the window, she slowly realized what had happened and shook her whole body.

Looking around, she saw the door to a luxurious cabin and immediately walked over. When she saw John, she couldn't help but rush over and said, "Why didn't you wake me up? I still have to find Jack."