Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Kneel

“That’s because I like you!” Jane exclaimed, her gaze fixated on their intertwined hands, her eyes

ablaze with fury “If I didn’t like you, why would I go out of my way to help you?”

Chloe sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling a sense of disbelief. The silver lining in all of this was

that her connection with Joseph was solely contractual If they were a genuine couple, even individuals

with the most composed and patient temperaments would find themselves tested by such relentless

provocation. It would not be surprising if they ended up engaged in at heated argument with Jane.

“I understand your feelings for Joseph, and he should be happy about it. However, the reality is that

he’s already married You don’t have to hold on to him. There are plenty of other men in the world, and

I’m confident that you can find someone who is truly compatible with you.”

“But she cheated on Joseph. How can you let her off the hook just like that, Grandpa?”

Chloe frowned, taking a few steps forward. “That’s enough, Jane I haven’t even asked for your apology,

yet you keep slandering me in front of Grandpa Show some restraint.”

From the way Jane and Harold interacted, it was evident that the two families had a cordial

relationship, at least on the surface Chloe did not want Harold to be caught in the middle and burdened

with any troubles.

Little did she know, Jane interpreted her actions as a sign of guilt and she mocked her, ” What’s the

matter? Are you feeling guilty? That’s why you want me to stop?”

“You-”

“I really like Chloe, and I firmly believe that she isn’t that kind of person. Most importantly, our family

matters are none of your concern,” Harold interjected, his face devoid of emotion.

Blinded by anger, Jane remained oblivious to the change in his demeanor and persisted, Grandpa, I

have no intention of causing strife. My only concern is for the well-being of your family and for your

happiness. I’m genuinely worried that this woman might deceive you.

‘What kind of medicine has this wretched woman fed them? Why are they defending her?”

“That being said, this is a family matter, and I’m well aware of what needs to be done,” Harold stated

firmly, his voice carrying a tone of authority and his gaze piercing. “As for you, you’re an outsider, and

it’s not your place to interfere in our affairs.”

Jane’s panic set in, and she quickly tried to clarify herself. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t want

you to get hurt. Grandpa, please don’t be mad at me.”

“Patrick, escort her out,” Harold commanded.

“Yes, sir.” Patrick complied.

Patrick approached Jane and gestured for her to leave. “Ms. Jane, this way please.”

A gloomy expression clouded Jane’s face as she cast a glance at Harold’s icy demeanor. She dared

not utter another word and departed with a dejected look.

After sending Jane away, Harold called for his private doctor and insisted on conducting a medical

examination for Chloe despite her objection.

“Also, find her some fresh clothes,” Joseph added.

After Chloe went upstairs, Harold’s face turned serious, and he sternly asked Joseph, “What

happened?”

Joseph shrugged and ordered, “Lucas.”

Lucas entered with a laptop and placed it on the marble table respectfully. “Mr. Joseph, I have retrieved

the surveillance footage from Food Street.”

After a brief click of the mouse, the footage appeared on the screen. Due to the rain, the street was

sparsely populated. Chloe was seen running with a terrified and frantic expression on her face,

occasionally glancing behind her. In relentless pursuit of her was a group of muscular men led by Jane.

Although the surveillance footage lasted only a few minutes, it was enough to tell the story.

Harold’s anger flared uncontrollably as he slammed the laptop onto the floor. “D*mn it! How dare they

bully Chloe like this! They clearly have no respect for us!”

Joseph kicked away the broken laptop with the tip of his toe and said, “That’s worth 3 grand.

Remember to transfer the money to me later.”

Harold’s anger reached its climax, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. “Someone is bullying

your wife, and you’re concerned about a d*mn computer?”

“Well, what do you suggest we do then? Should I pay a visit to the Foxes and settle the score? Are you

really willing to go that far?”

“Why wouldn’t I?!” Harold smacked his thigh forcefully, his face contorted with rage. “They dared to

mistreat Chloe, so they must face the consequences. Especially Jane!”

Joseph raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by his grandfather’s response.

Immediately, Harold instructed Patrick to contact the Foxes and invite them over. He wanted them to

come and personally apologize to Chloe.

Patrick swiftly reached out to Jane’s father, Richard Fox, whose legs turned weak as he comprehended

the gravity of his daughter’s actions.

Although both the Foxes and the Whitmans hailed from prestigious backgrounds, there was a

significant gap in their power and influence. Engaging in subtle schemes behind the scenes

was one thing, but facing the Whitmans head-on was a daunting prospect.

How could his daughter have the audacity to do such a thing?

Without saying a word, Richard hurriedly drove her to the Whitman family home.

Within twenty minutes of Patrick ending the call, Richard and Jane arrived. Chloe had not yet come

downstairs.

Richard placed the gifts he had brought on the table and spoke in a conciliatory tone, “Mr. Harold, I

reprimanded Jane on the way here. Regardless of the reason, what she did today was inexcusable. I

hope you can be the bigger person and forgive her.”

“That’s easy for you to say. Luckily, Joseph got there in time. If he had been half a minute late and

something happened to Chloe, it would have been a murder!” Harold reprimanded angrily, his gaze

sharp and filled with rage.

Richard trembled slightly. “You’re right, Mr. Harold. Jane indeed has gone too far this time. I’ve brought

her here to apologize to Chloe.”

“Dad, I don’t want to-” Jane protested, refusing to comply.

“Enough!” Richard hissed, shooting her a warning glance.

Apologizing was the least of Jane’s concerns. She was fortunate that Harold had not involved the

police. Sebastian had recently gotten into some troubles, so their family could not afford any more

problems.

Seated on a spacious armchair, Joseph ran his finger over the priceless tea set and parted his thin lips.

“You don’t want to apologize?”

Jane’s eyes brightened, and she assumed a look of grievance, “Well, I feel

“If you refuse to apologize, then kneel,” he interjected, showing no interest in hearing the rest of her

words