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Chapter 243 Petty People Are the Biggest Pains
I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to head back to the old manor together
today.
The ride was dead quiet. I kept expecting him to scold me and maybe warn me off Charlie,
but nothing came. Not a peep.
We got to the old manor late at night.
Stepping out of the car, I blurted out, “Just so you know, Charlie and I are not close.”
He stopped in his tracks, gave me an icy side–eye, and said in that low rumble, “I know.”
Seriously? That was that.
He did not say a word, just stepped out of the car and left me standing there, totally
confused. I expected him to say something, anything at all.
Nope, not a peep from him was heard. It was kind of weird for me.
I trailed behind him, heading for the yard, but my mind was elsewhere. I did not even
notice. when he came to a sudden halt, and bam! I crashed right into his back. He was
built like a brick wall, and my face smashed against him. My nose stung, and I clutched it,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtletting out a sharp hiss of pain.
From above, his voice rumbled, low and controlled, “Lost in thought?”
I was still cupping my nose, my face all scrunched up, and I managed to look up at him
and grumble, “What’s there to think about? I’m just following you, aren’t I? Why did you
stop all of a sudden?”
Seriously, he did not look it, but he was solid. It hurt so much that I was on the verge of
tears. His eyebrows knitted together, indicating he must have seen how much pain I was
in, and his voice softened a touch as he asked, “Does it hurt that bad?”
I shot back, annoyed, “Why don’t you try getting slammed into? Why are you stopping out
of nowhere?”
He paused. Maybe my words lightened his mood a bit because he looked less frosty as he
glanced over at the inner courtyard hall.
I followed his look.
Inside the well–lit hall, there were the Youngs, Madam Young, Mr. Zachary, and their group,
plus one outsider… Jack
What was he doing here?
I frowned, a flicker of curiosity crossing my mind. However, I did not pry. Jack was a
relative from Emily’s side, after all. Maybe he had some business to take care of.
Thinking that, I did not press on with questions.
Idris and I stepped into the inner courtyard hall together.
The moment we entered, I could tell something was up. The vibe was just… wrong.
Jack looked pale and upset, and Madam Young was clearly at a loss for what to do. As we
walked in, Mr. Zachary rushed over, “Mr. and Mrs. Young, welcome back! Have you guys
eaten yet?” Idris and I just nodded.
Jack, hearing us, spun around. His face darkened when he saw us, and he shot up from his
chair, storming over–straight at me.
Madam Young jumped to her feet, her voice laced with worry. “Jack, take it easy. Whatever
it is, let’s talk it out.”
Jack was like a storm cloud, ignoring her and zeroing in on me, despite her plea.
Idris stepped up just in time, planting himself between us, his gaze sharp and cold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJack finally seemed to snap back to reality, glaring at Idris. “Idris, Christina was a mess
last night, talking about suicide. She’s saying Yvette shoved her into the pond, hit her, and
hurled insults at her. She was so out of it, she downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If I
had not found her in time, she would be dead. You’d better give me some answers.”
Suicide? I bit my lip, confused about Christina’s motives. I was about to defend myself
when Idris cut in, his voice firm, “Answers? What answers? Christina’s choices are her own,
not my wife’s problem. Yvette does not owe anyone an explanation.”
Taken aback by Idris’s bluntness, Jack sputtered, “Idris, don’t you get ahead of yourself!”
Idris just scoffed, “Mr. Zanier, it is time for you to go. You don’t belong here.”
Jack never saw it coming–getting kicked out before he could give his side of the story. His
face, which was round and usually jolly, flushed a deep crimson, and he stood there,
speechless, for what felt like an eternity.
Watching Idris fume, Jack finally managed to spit out, “You’ve crossed the line. Alright, if
you’re going to play dirty, don’t expect me to play nice.”
With those biting words, he huffed and turned to leave.
I could not let him go like that. “Mr. Zanier!” I called out.
A frosty look was shot my way by Jack, his eyes seething with rage. “What now? You want
to throw more accusations at my daughter?”
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