"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." George hastily took Jean into his arms. "Jean, I care too much about you. Sometimes, I panic, lose my head, and just do everything I can to keep you with me. Please forgive me, okay?"

However, his reason didn’t move her. She shook off his hands and sneered, "Since you can't trust me, I think there’s nothing else we need to talk about.

It was only a few days ago that you promised you'd never hurt me again but now, you...

Tell me—how can I possibly trust you again?"

George panicked. "Jean, It was because I love you too much..."

He grasped her hands in his and looked her in the eye. "Do you know how jealous I was when I saw you get out of Terence's car and say goodbye to him? When can I openly stand by your side, Jean?"

Jean frowned. "I'

f your opinions. But like I said, she’s my mother. I can't watch her live alone and suffer by herself. I..."

Barton cut her off, "If you're really worried about her, I can find her a caretaker to take good care of her. That way, she won't have to worry about her life, and you won't have to worry about her."

"But..." Jean frowned in embarrassment. "No matter how well the caretaker takes care of her, a caretaker is a caretaker, right?"

"Jean, I understand your care towards her, but I'm your father and I also hope you can spend more time with me. Am I wrong to have such a wish?"

Barton stared at Jean ruefully, feeling a little jealous.

"Dad, are you jealous?" Jean smiled.

"Yes, I am." Barton surprisingly nodded and admitted without any hesitation in the slightest.

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