âDadâs company is in trouble? How come? Wasnât it just fine before? How could it suddenly run into trouble? Who did this?â
âBeforeâ¦â Juliet Jordan hadnât finished her sentence when she suddenly heard the sound of a car stopping outside.
Her expression changed abruptly, and without a moment to explain to Jasmine Clark, she pushed her inside, âYou go in first. Jasmine, listen to me, no matter what you hear later, you must not come out, understand?â
âMom, whatâs wrong? Whoâs here?â
âDonât worry about it! Just do as I say! No matter what happens later, youâre not allowed to come out! Do you hear me?â Juliet Jordan said urgently, with a stern voice, as she desperately pushed her into the adjacent room, âRemember, you must not come out! If you do⦠then donât call me Mom anymore!â
Jasmine Clark had never seen her this unsettled and nodded terrified.
Juliet Jordan didnât have time to explain more, after pushing her into the servantâs room, she shut the door with a snap. Just to be sure, she also locked the door from the outside.
After doing all this, she quickly straightened her clothes and returned to the couch to sit down, as if nothing had happened.
Soon.
Jacob Clarkâs heavy, angry footsteps came inside.
She caught one glimpse of the manâs unusually gloomy face, her heart skipped a beat, and her instinct told her that Jacob Clark was in a really bad mood, best not to provoke him. Yet, she had to put on a face, welcoming him with a soft voice, âYouâre back? Would you like a glass of water? Iâll pour you one.â
Jacob Clark was in an extremely foul mood. Ever since he found out that Rhine hadnât stopped the takeover as he had hoped, his mood had never improved.
He couldnât finish dealing with a pile of troublesome matters at the company, the cooperative work was still ongoing, and the media wouldnât stop coming to his door. He was so annoyed that he drove home.
Upon arriving home and seeing Juliet Jordanâs face, all his repressed anger seemed to have finally found an outlet. His face dark and grim, he raised his hand and delivered a slapâ
âSlap!â
A crisp slap resounded.
Juliet Jordan was caught off guard and tumbled onto the couch, her ears ringing incessantly.
The man who had resorted to violence showed no sign of guilt, coldly looking at her and furiously said, âItâs all your fault! If you hadnât pressured me at every turn, I wouldnât have killed Matheo Lewis, and if it wasnât for you, I wouldnât have neglected Ennaâs growth. Also, if you hadnât indulged Jasmine Clark, allowing her to bully Enna again and again, our home wouldnât be in such a mess now!â@@novelbin@@
âHow many times have I told you to keep a tight rein on Jasmine? But you never listened, always indulging her. Now look what youâve raised, a daughter good for nothing. Canât do anything but kidnap, canât keep a man. Not capable of learning anything else, anything else. All these years, causing nothing but trouble. If Iâd known youâd give birth to such a thing, I wouldâve drowned her in the toilet bowl right then and there!â
Even if Juliet Jordan felt totally frustrated with her daughter, she wasnât cruel to that extent. Listening to the man who was both a father and husband cursing his own daughter with such vitriol chilled her to the core. At the same time, her anger surged uncontrollably, âJacob Clark, donât you dare push all the blame onto me. That year at the Hospital, you were already going to kill Matheo Lewis; I just happened upon your vile deed. You lied to me, saying she seduced you, and even coaxed me into doing something so outrageous and wrong.â