Husband you've abandoned me. Fine, I'll focus on raising my son - Chapter 223 I'm not handicapped

Chapter 223  I’m not handicapped

JASMINE’S POV

The next morning, I got ready to go to the HQ with Keith. I dressed in a simple suit. Keith had all my clothes and things from my apartment sent to his estate. It felt incredibly invasive that he entered my apartment without my approval, but this is Keith we’re talking about, so I’m not surprised. And the court order he got allowed it.

Nurse Anne did a quick check-up on me and then pushed me in my wheelchair out of my room. I met Keith in the foyer of his mansion. He was dressed and ready for work. It was uncomfortably similar to how I would meet with Luis in the foyer of his apartment every morning before we left for work.

For a moment, we stared at each other. More so, I was glaring at him, and he was staring at me with that annoying blank expression of his.

“Let’s go,” I told him.

He didn’t seem too happy seeing me. I figured the issue was that Keith wanted to prevent me from escaping. He felt uncomfortable taking me to the HQ with him.

He then pushed me in my wheelchair towards the mansion front door, and my eyes widened in surprise. The car was waiting for us in the driveway, and a second car was behind it for the bodyguards.

The car door was opened by one of the 7 bodyguards who surrounded us. Keith brought me close to it and then came around and tried to lift me from the chair. As his hand made contact with my back, I recoiled at his touch, wondering why he was the one helping me when there were servants who could do it.

“I can get in myself,” I said as I quickly got up from the wheelchair and went in the car. I internally winced at the pain that shot up in my foot from the sudden movement. I would rather that than him touching me though.

Keith stared at me for a moment and then closed the door for me. He then went to the other car door, sat beside me, and the driver took off. There was silence between us for a moment before Keith spoke up.

“I’ve been wondering what we can do if we want to evade suspicion. If the culprit is someone at the HQ if they catch us looking at documents, they might think we’re onto something and panic,” he told me.

“So what do you suggest?” I asked him, then contemplated for a moment. “I don’t think they would worry too much about us looking further into it,” I told him. “I’m confident they don’t know that we have the drafts. So if there is any suspicious activity going on, the culprit should assume we have no leads.”

I thought of the way Diana’s partner had been operating this far. They were always one step ahead. They always cleaned up any evidence they left behind. There was almost an overconfidence in the way they operated. Keith said he had requested several in-depth reports and found nothing.

He brought a hand to his chin as he contemplated. “Very well,” he accepted my assessment.

It still felt so strange having Keith actually listen to me. He was always dismissive and rude towards me in the past. Back when he still believed anything Diana told him. Now he wanted to hear my opinion. Granted, he didn’t have a choice now, but it was still weird.

Upon arriving at the Acland headquarters, Keith got out of his side of the car, and on my side, the door was opened by one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard then reached out their hand to help me, but Keith suddenly appeared and took my hand. My eyebrows sprang up, wondering why he was doing it himself yet again.

I swatted his hand away and got out of the car myself.

I looked at the building as Keith, and I made our way to the building entrance. A wave of memories entered my mind.

Last time I was here, it was after Keith, and I had our heated argument, telling him I wish never married him.

Upon arriving at his office, there was a large pile of files on his desk. Edward was already in the office, waiting for Keith to arrive. Keith and I approached the desk where he was, and the bodyguards spread out in the office.

“Good morning, Mr. Acland,” he greeted Keith. His gaze then turned to me as I looked up at him in my wheelchair. “Good morning, Mrs. Acland. It’s been a while. I’m glad to see you’re doing well, and I am sorry about your son.” He said to me.

I should be annoyed at the fact that he referred to me as Mrs. Acland but I was more hurt by his mentioning of Tony’s kidnapping. It just reminded me of my fears.

“Good morning, Edward,” I greeted him. “Thank you,” I told him.

“I brought the additional documents that you requested me to bring to the office, sir,” Edward said as he indicated as he pointed at the file stack.

Keith looked at the documents. “Good,” he said. He and Edward had a quick exchange, and Edward left the office.

“We can start by looking through these,” Keith told me. “They are all from this year and the last year. At first, I only requested documents from this year, but I requested those from last year as well.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“You can work in the seating area,” he told me.

He would have me work in the seating area right where he could see me from his desk, I thought to myself.

I then stood up from the wheelchair and walked toward the pile on his desk.

I winced, having put pressure on my injured foot, and temporarily lost my footing.

I felt an arm come around my waist, and found Keith behind me. He helped me steady myself, and my body recoiled at his touch. “I’m fine,” I told him and pushed his arm away.

“I’m just helping you steady,” he gently told me.

“You have to stop this,” I told him. “I’m injured, not handicapped. I wasn’t going to die from losing my footing. You don’t have to hover around me so much.” I took the documents, slowly walking to the seating area to start working.