Chapter 57

Chapter 57

“Ms. Shaw came to see me and asked me to plead with you and Mom. So that you both agree to her

marriage with Joshua and accept her into the Neal family.” Cynthia set the atmosphere just right,

knowing she would not upset Old Man Neal.

Jayleen’s smile froze on her face as she stared at Cynthia.

She never expected Cynthia to be so direct!

“You’d better get her a pillow and ask her to dream on.” Old Man Neal was also a master at sarcasm.

“Okay,” Cynthia agreed.

They talked about a few other things before Old Man Neal reluctantly hung up the phone.

Cynthia told Jayleen the result, who was still unhappy. “I pleaded for you, but Grandpa says you’d

better buy a pillow and dream on.” Cynthia was straightforward.

“You did it on purpose!” Jayleen could now see through her. If she still thought Cynthia was actually

helping her, she would be a fool!

Cynthia admitted frankly, “Yes.”

“Why did you do it? If you didn’t want to, you should’ve just said so!” Jayleen was angry, fire raging in

her eyes.

Cynthia took a sip of coffee without answering.

Jayleen clenched her hands tightly on both sides.

Old Man Neal and Mrs. Neal Senior did not like her to begin with, and now Cynthia had made things

worse. Old Man Neal’s impression of her must have worsened!

It was all Cynthia’s fault!

“Don’t think just because Old Man Neal and Mrs. Neal Senior likes you that you can stay in the Neal

family. If Joshua doesn’t like you, you’re nothing,” Jayleen said with hatred.

Cynthia replied calmly, “You’re right.”

Jayleen was furious, gritting her teeth.

However, Cynthia was calm and indifferent, with a hint of cold detachment.

This made Jayleen feel like a clown.

“Is there anything else?” Cynthia asked casually.

Jayleen wanted to leave immediately, but thinking about what happened before, she still asked, her

eyes red, “Did you arrange for something to happen to me at the hotel?”

“No,” Cynthia replied.

“I haven’t even said what it is, and you’re already denying it.” Jayleen immediately assumed it was her.

“Joshua told me,” Cynthia did not add insult to injury and stared at Jayleen’s face for a few seconds

before speaking again, You should go to the hospital and get your brain checked, preferably with a CT

scan.”

Jayleen’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. She had heard that Cynthia easily diagnosed illness

while dining at Old Neal

Manor.

Could it be that her brain had a problem?

“What’s wrong with my brain?” Jayleen asked.

“It got caught in the toilet lid,” Cynthia replied flatly.

Jayleen’s knuckles turned white as she clenched the cup in her hand. If looks could kill, Cynthia would

be riddled with bullet

holes.

She hated Cynthia so much!

Cynthia did not say anything more. As she got up to leave, Jayleen followed suit. Then, at the door, she

grabbed Cynthia’s arm.

Cynthia recoiled from her touch like she had touched something dirty, asking, “What do you want?”

“I want to prove to you that Joshua will choose me,” Jayleen spoke softly, but Cynthia understood her

words clearly.

At that moment, Cynthia felt pity for Jayleen. Not the sympathetic kind of pity, but the kind of pity for

someone who had something to be hated for.

She looked at Jayleen and said, “He had already chosen you long ago.”