Chapter 116 Out of the Smith Family Looking at the cold eyes of Alston and others, Molly panicked and trembled all over. âI, I really didnât mean it. I was just curious and accidentally broke Mrs. Smithâs violin.â
âCuriosity?â Cynthia laughed and pointed to the scores scattered all over the floor behind her. âYou also threw the scores. If you were just curious, why did you throw them that I carefully put away all over the floor.â
âYou are deliberately taking revenge and venting your dissatisfaction.â
After Cynthia finished speaking, Molly was extremely flustered and stammered to explain. âNo, no...â
âIt was you!â A clear female voice suddenly came. They turned their heads and saw Joyce standing at the stairs, pointing at Molly angrily. âMrs. Smith, she has been prying into Mr. Smithâs preferences and habits in detail since she came here. And she kept staring at the second floor in her spare time, trying to go up when others didnât notice. She failed because I kept my eyes on her.â
âYouâre talking nonsense. I didnât!â Molly sharply retorted.
Joyceâs face was flushed with anger. âWe both know what was going on. You would have rolled on their bed if Mrs. Smithâs bedroom hadnât been locked. You know Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith are in a good relationship, but you are trying to intervene in their marriage. You are really shameless.â
âMrs. Smith, just because I warned her several times, she held a grudge against me. She broke your violin and planted on me.â
Joyce felt very wronged. She was framed by Molly in such a short time. If Cynthia didnât trust her, it would be hard for her to vindicate herself.
When Cynthia thought of the scene of Molly rolling on their bed, she felt sick.
Molly was ashamed and indignant. She thought she had hidden well, but Joyce caught her in front of so many people. Not daring to look up, she just wanted to leave the Smith family..
âSince you donât like me, I will go!â Molly glanced at them aggrievedly, trying to leave with her face covered. But Lorenz, standing at the door, blocked her way when she just got up.
âMr. Green, what do you want?â Molly stepped back defensively and asked.
Lorenz lowered his head and smiled. âWill you just leave?â
Mollyâs face changed when she heard that. âWhy? Do you want to bully me? I am a weak woman. If you dare. to bully me, I will call the police. I will make everyone know how the presidents of Smith Group and Green Group pull rank on me.â
Cynthia burst out laughing when she heard it.
âMiss Jones. Shame on you. How could you say we bullied you? Look at the mess behind you, who was bullied? You canât just go away after breaking my violin. You have to pay for it.â
Molly looked back, finding that the expensive scores were just messed up, not damaged. But the violin was completely useless.
The strings were broken, and the body was smashed and damaged in several places.
âItâs just a violin. Iâll pay for it. The lady of the rich Smith family is so stingy.â
Molly snorted coldly and wanted someone to get her bank card in her room.
Cynthia winked at Joyce, and Joyce immediately went downstairs to Mollyâs room to get something.
After a while, she came over with Mollyâs wallet.
Molly glanced at Joyce, snatched the wallet, and took out a card. It took her a long time to hand it to Cynthia. âHere is 20,000 dollars. It should be enough!â
Cynthia leaned in Alstonâs arms and sneered. âSince you have learned the violin for a while, you should know something about Master Milo.â
Mollyâs heart skipped a beat when she heard that. âMaster Milo is a worldârenowned violin maker. Why did she mention him?â
She frowned and looked at Cynthia. âWhat does this have to do with Master Milo?â
Cynthia signaled her to have a look at the violin. âThis is a specially customized version of Master Milo. How could 20 grand be enough?â
Molly was startled and ran over quickly, carefully picking up the violin on the ground. She saw Master Miloâs unique mark on the violin, with her hands trembling.
âItâs fake. How could Master Milo customize the violin for you?â
Molly couldnât believe it and stubbornly thought Cynthia wanted to deceive her.
Cynthia raised her head and looked at Alston with a hint of gloom in her smile. âCould the gift Alston gave me be fake? Molly, you canât put a dollar figure on something like that. It is priceless. I did not call the police for my motherâinâlawâs sake. You are insulting me with 20, 000 dollars.â
Alston felt bad for her. He rubbed her hair comfortingly and whispered in her ear. âDonât be sad. I will give you more and better gifts in the future.â
Cynthia rested her head on his chest with a heavy heart.
She liked this violin very much. Every time she used it, she was careful and cherished it. But Molly had ruined.
it, which made her heart ache.
Molly panicked. She looked through her wallet again, took all the cards and cash, and even took a few steel coins from the cracks.
âI, I only have 60, 161 dollars!â She held several cards and coins with trembling fingers and looked at them. pitifully.
Alston sneered. âYou have to take responsibility for your action. If you canât afford it, I will call the police. Based on the value of the violin, I guess you will be in prison for several years.â
Molly burst into tears and shook her head palely. âNo, I donât want to, I donât want to go to jail. I... I will try to pay for it. I will try...
After Alstonâs cousin, Ivan, had been imprisoned, his reputation was completely ruined. If she, who was a woman, lost her reputation, she would be totally humiliated.
She panicked, picked up her mobile phone with trembling hands, and called her family for help.
After more than an hour, her family members came and scolded Molly severely. But Molly was the only daughter in the family. They didnât want her to go to jail, and they had to pay four hundred thousand. And they took Molly away in a hurry without taking her luggage.
Cynthia asked Joyce to pack up Mollyâs things and send them back to her family. She felt relieved.
But the violin was broken.
She looked at the broken violin distressedly, feeling her heart was bleeding. Lorenz looked at her and rubbed her hair. âDonât be sad. Master Milo and our family got a little history. I will ask him to customize one for you.â
Cynthia was immediately happy. âReally? You are amazing!â
After Lorenz heard her praise, he glanced at Alston proudly. Obviously, he was showing off.
Alstonâs face turned dark.
To express her gratitude, Cynthia actively prepared dinner. Almost half of the dishes she cooked were Lorenzâs favorite.
Cynthia enthusiastically put Lorenzâs food in his bowl, which made Alston jealous and bite his chopsticks bitterly.
When the servants cleaned the dishes, they saw the deep tooth marks on Alstonâs chopsticks, and they all sighed, âMr. Smithâs teeth are really good!â
After dinner, Lorenz wanted to stay, but Alston made an excuse to let him go. He looked at Cynthia, standing at the door watching Lorenz, put his arms around her slender waist, and said.
âYou only paid attention to Lorenz and ignored me at the table.â
Cynthia was also a little embarrassed. âI, I was expressing my thanks.â
Alston buried his head on her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, âI can ask Master Milo to customize...â
Cynthia stroked his hair with a smile. The more she got along with Alston, the more she felt that he was completely different from the first time they had met. Like a child, he would lose his temper, get jealous, and have a stubborn and domineering personality.
But she just loved it.
Molly hadnât come out to greet Stella when she was home. She went back to the room, finding that everything was empty. She thought that Cynthia had driven her away, so she became furious and rushed straight to the second floor, knocking on the door.