Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Elspeth didn’t seem surprised to hear the old man’s words. “You have no say in my relationship with

Callum,” she replied with a scoff. Michael didn’t lose his temper yet, as he still wanted to have a civil

conversation with her. “Elspeth, Callum is just another regular guy. There are tons of men in Blaydal.

Why don’t I introduce you to someone better, huh?”

He genuinely didn’t want her to marry a man that didn’t meet his standards. He believed a man had to

have at least two of the three roles—a military soldier, a government officer, and an entrepreneur—to

be eligible for marriage with Elspeth. Michael was a short-tempered man, and he felt his blood boil

when he saw how rebellious she was. “You’re just like your mother! Both of you are so stubborn!”

Elspeth froze when she heard the mention of her mother. “My mother might be happier if you weren’t

around,” she replied in a scornful tone just moments later. Rage bubbled in Michael’s chest, and he felt

his body trembling after hearing what she said. Why is it that all the girls in this family are so

disobedient?!

“I’ll say this one last time. I don’t want to see you dating Callum! You’ll have to deal with the

consequences if you go against my words!” he hissed. She was already fuming from the old man’s

words, but she finally lost it when she heard his last sentence. “I’m not done with my treatment of

Frank, Grandfather. Don’t you dare test my limits! Otherwise, I can always decide not to treat him.”

Did she just use Frank to threaten me?! Michael widened his eyes. Even though Helena was a

stubborn woman, at least she was obedient enough to go along with his words without fighting him.

She wouldn’t openly threaten him the way that Elspeth just did. Elspeth, on the other hand, was a lot

more daring and confident with her words.

“We can talk things through, Elspeth…” His expression softened after that. “I’m not stopping you from

being with Callum. I’m just concerned for you. I’m only worried that he’s not good for you.”

“I’ll decide who’s good or bad for me. If you want me to treat Frank, then you’ll have to stay out of my

relationship with Callum.” She got to her feet and headed upstairs straight away after finishing her

sentence. “Elspeth!” Michael let out a sigh after calling her name. “I got it. I won’t say anything from

now on. But Frank… I hope you take good care of him.”

Elspeth knew that the old man’s promise was only temporary. Even though he claimed that he wasn’t

going to meddle with her relationship, she knew he would find new ways of tearing them apart after

Frank was healed. However, now that she had Frank’s treatment as leverage, she didn’t have to worry

about this matter for the time being.

“Sure. I’ll do my best. However, I would like you to hunt down the culprit who was responsible for

today’s incident,” Elspeth uttered. Michael frowned upon hearing her words. “I’ve already found out

about this. It was the Weiss Family! It seems like they’re getting a big head. How dare they lay hands

on my grandchildren?!” he hissed.

“I don’t mind the fact that they tried to harm me, but what matters is that Frank has been injured in the

process. I hope you punish these people for the sake of Frank.” She gave the old man a faint glance

before she turned to leave.

The next morning, Elspeth paid a visit to Frank’s ward and found him in bed, scrolling through Twitter.

“Did you check Twitter, Elspeth?” Frank urged her to check her phone when he saw her.

She pulled her phone out to see a notification. ‘Elspeth is dressed in imitation designer clothes. Is she

doing it intentionally, or is she trying to act rich?’ There were images attached to the tweet; a photo that

showed her black skirt, a picture of her purchasing the item, and a receipt for the purchase.

More details were shown in the following tweet. ‘This skirt was designed by the famous designer,

Jenny, and there’s only one piece in the whole world. Jenny has never put her design on sale, so the

one that Elspeth is wearing has to be a fake!’ Elspeth tutted when she saw the detailed explanation on

the post.

“Elspeth, I was the one who brought you to purchase that item in the store. Should I step forward to

speak up for you?” Frank felt rather guilty. Things wouldn’t turn out this way if I hadn’t urged her to buy

this outfit.

“There’s no point in you explaining any of this. They might make a post about you if you do that. Then,

your reputation would be ruined as well,” she uttered. He was utterly impressed by her thorough

analysis of the situation.

“Who’s the one behind this?” Frank wondered.

Elspeth chuckled. “It may seem like they’re trying to attack me, but they’re actually trying to attack the

whole Joneson Family. People have been trying to mess with me since I came back to the family. Do

you think it’s just the two jealous girls who are behind this?”

He froze for a moment before he finally understood what she was saying. “You’re right.”

“I’m sure they must have teamed up to start this news about me. Then, the other people who dislike the

Joneson Family probably just tagged along and spread the news to the rest of the public. That’s

probably how this ended up trending,” she deduced.

A dark look surfaced in Frank’s gaze. “I’ll tell Grandpa about this. I’ll tell him to find the culprit,” he

uttered.

“It’s fine. It won’t take long for me to find out who’s behind this anyway,” Elspeth replied.

“What do you mean?” Frank was confused.

The Internet consisted of a vast amount of data that was largely protected, so how would she find the

culprit? Elspeth didn’t bother explaining herself to him when she saw the look of astonishment on his

face. Instead, she simply pulled her laptop out of her bag. Her fingers flew across the keyboard for a

while before she successfully hacked into Blaydal’s information network.

“What are you…” Frank was dumbfounded to see what she was doing. He didn’t understand all the

codes on her screen, but he knew what she was doing. She was hacking into Blaydal’s information

network! Even though the accounts that wrote the posts only revealed their IP addresses and not their

personal information, Elspeth successfully got her hands on all their details.

A look of disdain formed on her face as she looked at the IP addresses and personal information on

her screen. “They have zero skills.” They don’t even know how to protect their personal information!

Frank didn’t even know what to say after hearing the dissatisfaction in her tone. After a long while, he

finally managed a single word. “Hacker.” There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, and it tickled

Elspeth’s funny bone.

“You can sound a little more confident, you know. I am a hacker,” she uttered.

He was too stunned to say anything for a while. Elspeth was a mystery to him. She was a sommelier

and a hacker—she was nowhere close to being a regular girl. She had achieved standards that most

women would never reach in their lifetimes. Frank thought he would be attracted to her if she weren’t

his sister.

For a while, he simply watched as she confidently typed some codes into the system before going

through the personal details of a few accounts. He couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of admiration

for the woman. Wait. I don’t look up to her at all!

While Elspeth continued typing on the keyboard, Frank scrolled through Twitter to see the increasingly

nasty comments that were made about Elspeth. These comments got him frustrated. Why didn’t I

realize how annoying these netizens could get?