CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: DO YOU STILL WANT YOUR MOTHER AS A PAWN?

Stella quickly took on a humble demeanor and bowed her head slightly.

"Sister-in-law, it was my brother who saw that my clothes were worn out and insisted that I come here to pick something new. You know how I always wore new season styles back in Aldoria."

Juliana heard the boast in her words but remained unfazed, "What styles did you choose? Let me take a look."

"Sure."

Stella walked over lightly and showed her the tablet in her hand.

"It’s just a few items costing three to five million, my brother won’t mind that I’m saving him money, right?"

Before she finished speaking, Juliana suddenly grabbed her collar and yanked hard.

Caught off guard, Stella fell to her knees, and the tablet flew far away.

"Sister-in-law..." her voice trembled.

The manager signaled to his staff, and none of them stepped forward.

Juliana leaned slightly, whispering in Stella’s ear, "Do you still want your mother as a pawn?"

A chill spread throughout Stella’s body.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, sister-in-law."

Juliana’s grip on her clothes tightened.

"No need to pretend with me. You’ve used every means to marry Evan Grant. Not only will I not expose you, but I’ll help you. After all, scum and sluts deserve to be tied together."

With that, she pushed her to the ground.

Stella’s chest heaved violently, but she didn’t dare to ruin her image by getting angry at Juliana.

Juliana stood up, saying out loud, "I’m not interested in the title of Mrs. Grant. Anyone who wants it can take it, but if you can’t win a man’s heart yourself and want to use me as a stepping stone... your mother’s fate will be yours."

With that, Juliana left the fitting room.

The manager and several sales assistants exchanged glances.

Turns out the one marching in with arrogance was the mistress.

Luckily, they didn’t offend the legitimate wife.

At this moment, Stella felt utterly humiliated, as if a turmoil in her chest was crashing around, filling her throat with the taste of iron which she could only swallow down forcefully.

...

Late at night, Juliana arrived at the hospital.

The urgent DNA test from yesterday had come out.

Mrs. Young was carrying George Grant’s child!

In other words, Evan Grant had another brother or sister on the way.

"Madam, I’m not a homewrecker. That afternoon Master George must have eaten something wrong and dragged me into the storage room..."

Mrs. Young’s eyes were very red.

"I wanted to sue him, but he threatened me, saying I wouldn’t win and he’d hand me over to his wife to deal with me."

As she spoke, Mrs. Young tightened the sheet with her hands.

"You don’t know what Lily Windsor is like. A few years ago, a new maid came, and just because George looked at her for a second longer, the next day, Lily stripped her and threw her on the street. The maid couldn’t handle it and hanged herself. I can’t keep this baby; I can’t let George know."

Juliana handed her a tissue to wipe her tears, "Did Lily suspect anything about this baby?"

Mrs. Young sniffed, "She just suspected me of seducing her husband, giving me a hard time all the while. The madam saw it all and, coincidentally, since Mrs. Lee retired, I was sent to Platinum Bay. It was only after I got there that I found out I was pregnant. Madam, you wouldn’t tell President Grant about this, would you?"

If Evan Grant knew, then George would too.

In the past, Juliana would have consulted with Evan Grant.

But over the past month, she saw through the faces of the Grants under their masks.

The people she invested her heart and soul in never saw her as human, so why should she consider them?

"Mrs. Young, thank you for agreeing to the DNA test. Don’t worry, I won’t let Evan Grant know about this. As for you and George, I won’t interfere or decide on the baby’s fate. Right now, your health is the most important, but I suggest you consider changing hospitals."

Mrs. Young understood; there were no secrets at Mercy Hospital.

By the time Juliana left the hospital, it was nearly midnight.

The shadow of George visiting Platinum Bay that morning lingered in her mind.

She couldn’t let Lily escape this hurdle.

After tracing through her connections in her mind, she finally dialed a number.

Adrian Langley was almost asleep when he saw her number and sat up immediately.

"Do you have any connections at the South Precinct?" Juliana asked.

Adrian remained silent.

"It’s okay, I was just asking casually."

Just as Juliana was about to hang up, Adrian, making up his mind, said, "I do, what do you need?"

"I want to see Lily Windsor, right now," Juliana said.

Adrian sensed she was planning something significant and got up immediately.

"Wait for me."

He stopped at the large redwood door on the third floor.

After a few deep breaths, he gently knocked on the door.

After a short while, the door opened.

In the dead of night, Elias Langley hadn’t changed out of his pajamas.

Charcoal gray slacks hugged his long legs, and the collar of his white shirt was slightly open, showcasing a mature man’s understated allure through subtle lines.

Adrian lowered his head slightly, respectfully calling, "Uncle."

Elias Langley sized him up calmly and asked, "What is it?"

"A friend of mine’s family member got into some trouble and is detained at the North Precinct. She wants to see them."

Elias Langley’s voice was devoid of any emotion, "I don’t make exceptions for anyone."

Adrian clenched his hand into a fist.

"Uncle, please. My friend is in a dire situation, every step is life or death."

Elias Langley’s gaze remained on his face for two seconds, then he turned back to his desk, took out a business card, and signed his name on the back.

"Give it to her."

With that, he closed the door.

Adrian’s forehead filled with questions: Does he know whom I need to give this card to?

Juliana waited for less than two minutes at the police station entrance before Adrian arrived, accompanied by a supervisor.

The supervisor was very courteous, leading them inside.

Juliana was about to ask with her eyes how he managed it, but Adrian slipped a business card into her hand, whispering, "This is a priceless treasure, keep it safe."

Juliana glanced at it; the three characters "Elias Langley" were forcefully written.

Lily Windsor was being held in a room like an infirmary, with even fresh fruit by the bedside.

Juliana had already anticipated someone would arrange her accommodations here since the incident had occurred over 24 hours ago, yet no one had informed her to cooperate with the investigation.

"Just half an hour, any longer wouldn’t be good."

Juliana thanked the officer.

Lily awoke suddenly from sleep, and seeing Juliana and Adrian, her previously lethargic demeanor turned agitated.

"I knew there was something up with you two, just wait, tomorrow I’ll let everyone know about your relationship."

Juliana’s lips held a smile, but her eyes bore a chilling intensity.

"Do you think you’ll get to see tomorrow’s sunrise?"

Lily was startled but then calmed down.

"Do you think that scares me? Juliana, my husband and my daughter are not easy to deal with. Once I’m out, I won’t let you go!"

"Out?" Juliana raised an eyebrow, "Your daughter is busy with custom designs, and your husband is busy with another woman. This door, they wouldn’t even bother to come close to, let alone care about you."

"No way, you’re lying to me!"

Blood rushed to Lily’s head.

Some details she had deliberately ignored suddenly became sharp in her mind.

Indeed, since the incident, neither George nor Stella had shown up, nor had they sent a single word to her.

"They must be working on something..."

Juliana said flatly, "From the moment you acted under Stella’s orders to break into my hospital room, drug me, and ruin my reputation, you’ve done so much for her, but now that you’re in trouble, has she ever been concerned about you? In her eyes, you’re not her mother, just a pawn to be sacrificed for her sake."

"No... Stella isn’t that kind of person."

Lily, overwhelmed with emotion, desperately tried to gather the light in her eyes that was about to shatter.

Juliana’s eyes grew colder.

"Your husband is about to become a father again, and you—a terminally ill person near death—are no longer worth his concern."

Lily’s chest heaved, the taste of blood spreading in her throat, yet she stubbornly refused to relent.

"Ha, you came just to enrage me, but I’m not falling for it."

Juliana threw a sonogram shot and a DNA test report with Mrs. Young’s name erased at her face.

"See for yourself."