CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: SISTER-IN-LAW WAS CARRIED AWAY BY ANOTHER MAN

Annie hurried to explain to everyone, "It wasn’t me who pushed her! She did it on purpose!"

Vivian Hale lay sprawled on the ground, pretending to be in pain, pointing at Annie and cursing, "You’re just an old hen who can’t lay eggs! You’re just jealous of me!"

Everyone was watching the drama, but no one dared to help her up.

Everyone knew what kind of person Vivian Hale was, not worth mentioning, but she had to show up here today and ruin the mood.

Sophia Lowell took the chance to tell Zane Sterling what happened.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded slightly.

Just then, the crowd made way.

Elder Jennings and the rumored Second Brother appeared.

Everyone went silent.

Warren Jennings hurried to help Vivian Hale up, checking her injuries.

Vivian Hale whispered something in his ear, and Warren Jennings shot Annie a cold look.

Annie’s feet stumbled.

At this point, saying anything was useless.

"Second Brother." Zane Sterling spoke up.

Everyone looked at him and began whispering amongst themselves.

Who is this guy?

Does he even have the right to speak?

But when he opened his mouth, his presence suppressed the whole room.

Elder Jennings, who had been about to lose his temper, immediately shut up, and no one else dared to make a sound.

Warren Jennings followed the voice, looking over.

Zane Sterling lazily said, "Second Brother, the doctor is already waiting in the side room."

Everyone got the message.

Warren Jennings didn’t want to make a big scene.

Elder Jennings didn’t want the whole crowd to watch their family drama either, so he kicked Warren Jennings in the butt and told him to hurry up and get going.

Warren Jennings hastily carried Vivian Hale away.

Vivian Hale was pissed—so it was over just like that?

She feigned a wail of pain.

Everyone’s eyes turned back to her.

Just as they passed by Sophia Lowell, Sophia Lowell waved her phone at Vivian Hale, lips curling into a sly smile.

Vivian Hale’s face went pale with fright, grabbing Warren Jennings’ shirt even tighter.

She shut her mouth; her stomach, which hadn’t hurt, suddenly started aching a bit.

Zane Sterling walked over to Elder Jennings, slinging an arm around his shoulders, ready to follow him into the side room.

As he left, he remembered to say to Colby Jennings, "Big Brother, handle the aftermath."

Colby Jennings didn’t even know why, but somehow he just obeyed.

Sophia Lowell looked at the terrified Annie in her arms and comforted her, "I’ve got the recording. Later, you just go wild if you want."

Annie: "Huh?"

"Huh what? Come on!" Sophia Lowell patted her on the shoulder.

She glanced at Sophia Lowell’s phone, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, suddenly revived.

"Fuck that bitch! I won’t stop till I ruin her today! When I’m done with that tramp, I’ll divorce this asshole right away!"

The two exchanged WhatsApp; Sophia Lowell sent her the recording.

After all, it was someone else’s family matter—she couldn’t meddle too much.

Annie thanked her eight hundred times over.

She straightened up and headed toward the side room herself.

Sophia Lowell then followed Zane Sterling and Elder Jennings.

"These siblings are tough to manage, with their parents out at the border; I’m losing my mind..." Elder Jennings sighed.

Colby Jennings was the eldest grandson, Warren Jennings the second in line, and the youngest was Nathan Jennings.

Colby Jennings and Nathan Jennings were brother and sister.

They all trickled into the side room.

Zane Sterling was asked by Elder Jennings to go help Colby Jennings take care of the remaining guests.

Buzz buzz--

Sophia Lowell’s phone suddenly rang—it was Autumn Lowell calling.

She glanced at Zane Sterling; they exchanged glances and went their separate ways.

She grabbed her phone and walked to the lakeside by the pavilion to answer.

[Mom.]

[Did you see him?]

The "him" Autumn Lowell was talking about was Nancy Sawyer.

She didn’t expect her to find out so fast.

Sophia Lowell obviously knew, but didn’t want Autumn Lowell to feel bad, so she asked: [Who?]

Autumn Lowell wasn’t angry or accusatory, instead spoke calmly: [You’re my daughter, do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?]

Sophia Lowell pursed her lips, standing on the stones by the lake, watching the koi swim around.

[Mom, what do you want?]

[I don’t want anything. Being alone is just fine.]

[He’s alone too.]

[If you want me to be happy, don’t mention me to him. Or don’t bother coming to see me again.]

Sophia Lowell understood Autumn Lowell’s temper and gave a quiet "Mm," agreeing.

They chatted lightly for a few more minutes, then she hung up.

She had just ended the call when an anxious figure suddenly crashed into her.

She staggered, foot slipping, and fell into the lake.

The lake wasn’t deep, but the water reached her chest.

Falling into the lake, she couldn’t find a foothold, couldn’t stand up at all, flailing in the water for quite a while.

She knew how to swim, but in heavy winter clothes, her wool coat soaked and weighed her down.

There weren’t many people around—most had left or scattered.

By now, probably no one was paying attention to this area.

Sophia Lowell choked on a couple mouthfuls of cold water.

The ice and water made her whole body stiff, her period still on—she shivered hard.

Just as she was dazed, a large hand reached around her heavy waist, lifting her out of the water.

She didn’t get a good look at who it was before she was placed on the rocks.

She curled into a ball, lips purple, teeth chattering.

That man’s scorching hands peeled off her soaked coat, then saw the pink stain blooming under her white knit dress.

He quickly wrapped her up in a clean coat that had been tossed to the side.

And picked her up again.

Sophia Lowell leaned weakly against his burning chest, tilting her head.

Clay Gable—

Sophia Lowell tried to squirm out of his arms, but was too cold and weak.

"Put me down..."

Her voice was choked, knotted.

Clay Gable said nothing and strode straight towards a room in the backyard.

Not far away, Sylvia Coldwell and two passing ladies witnessed the scene.

They couldn’t help but start gossiping.

"Mr. Gable is such a straight-laced man, but he’s carrying a woman around in public."

"Did you see? That woman’s wearing Mr. Gable’s coat!"

"Isn’t that woman the one who’s always around Mr. Sterling?"

...

Sylvia Coldwell clenched her hands, watching the two of them. She hurriedly took out her phone and called Zane Sterling.

[Sterling, I just saw your sister-in-law carried off by a man in the backyard.]

Just then Zane Sterling had finished seeing Colby Jennings off with the last guests—he picked up, didn’t respond, just hung up and rushed over.

Zane Sterling hurried over: "Where is she?"

Sylvia Coldwell rushed to lead Zane Sterling upstairs to the backyard, two gossip-hungry aunties trailing behind.

"I think it’s here."

"Yes, this one, I just saw Mr. Gable carry her in..."

Zane Sterling looked down, seeing water滴s on the floor, trailing all the way to the door.

Clay Gable?

At some point, Colby Jennings arrived too—he’d heard the maids talking in the garden and rushed over.

Colby Jennings looked at the crowd, stepped up, and knocked on the door.

No response. He knocked again.

Zane Sterling clenched his fists, his heart twisting in anxiety.

The door slowly opened.

Everyone outside froze.

Clay Gable, still steaming with water, pink scarf at his waist, droplets in his hair.

Eyeing the group at the door, he smirked lightly.

"Busted in the act?"