CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183: ELIAS LANGLEY: "IT WENT UP AGAIN, LOWER IT FOR ME.

Seeing Elias Langley standing at the doorway, he didn’t take another step forward.

Quinn Shepherd glanced inside and deliberately asked in a normal tone, "Boss, are we going in?"

The two people in the treatment room turned to look at him simultaneously.

Adrian Langley quickly buttoned up his shirt, stood up, and called out, "Second Uncle."

Only then did Elias Langley leisurely walk in and ask, "Are you okay?"

Adrian Langley took the coat handed to him by Juliana Jacobs, "How strong can Auntie hit? I’m fine."

Elias Langley was noncommittal, "So am I here at a bad time?"

Adrian Langley was taken aback.

Juliana Jacobs avoided looking at him, adjusted Adrian Langley’s shirt, and dragged him outside.

"To the office or going home to rest?"

"To the office, going home at this time..."

Juliana Jacobs laughed at his words, "Because of me, you had the courage to face Leona Sheridan, so why are you afraid when you’re alone?"

Adrian Langley showed a bitter smile and said softly, "Father said we must respect her."

Juliana Jacobs escorted him to the car, "Although there’s no skin broken, you should change the dressing. Do you know where to go?"

Adrian Langley nodded and headed to Celestial Vista to find his mother.

As Juliana Jacobs turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist and whispered, "I know you’re staying at the Langley Residence to investigate something, but it shouldn’t be Mrs. Langley."

Juliana Jacobs raised an eyebrow.

Adrian Langley said, "I’ve always been watching her people."

"Go to the company and apologize to your father first."

After saying this, Juliana Jacobs pulled her hand away.

After his car drove away, Juliana Jacobs turned to look at the man standing on the porch of the outpatient department.

Elias Langley’s face didn’t look well.

Juliana Jacobs approached him and sniffed.

Elias Langley frowned, "What are you doing?"

Juliana Jacobs rested her chin on his arm, "I smell a whiff of jealousy."

Elias Langley almost couldn’t keep it together, tucked her under his arm, and took her to his car.

Once the car door closed, Elias Langley pressed her down on his lap, his gaze deep.

Was there any trace of his earlier composure?

"Jealousy?" he repeated quietly, lifting her chin with his finger, "Miss Jacobs has a sharp sense, so what else did you smell, hmm?"

The man’s eyes burned intensely, and Juliana Jacobs felt trouble looming, her mind racing with countless excuses.

But before she could find the most fitting one, a punitive kiss descended, silencing all her rebuttals.

As the kiss ended, Elias Langley released her, his breathing warm, and casually took off his coat.

He was about to remove his shirt when Juliana Jacobs stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"Comparing if mine looks better or his."

Juliana Jacobs laughed at his words and helped him put his coat back on.

"Aren’t you childish?"

Elias Langley grabbed her hand and said with a steady voice, "Too high, lower it for me."

Juliana Jacobs was momentarily stunned, suddenly recalling his health report, and instinctively glanced downward, confirming her suspicion, her cheeks turning red.

Just as he was about to press her hand down, "Knock, knock, knock!" Quinn Shepherd rapped on the car window.

Juliana Jacobs, like a startled bird, shook off his hand, slid off his lap, and sat by the car door, creating a large gap between them.

Elias Langley sighed, adjusted his clothes, and lowered the window.

"You’d better have something important."

Quinn Shepherd was taken aback by his cold tone and hastily said, "I just saw Mrs. Langley being brought to the hospital by ambulance, with bandages on her arm."

Juliana Jacobs thought to herself: Darn, all because of a spilled pot of cold tea.

Elias Langley showed nothing but disdain, "Ignore her, drive."

...

Mrs. Langley quickly completed the hospital admission process and wrapped her hand like a cocoon, as if it was about to be amputated.

Then she informed Victor Langley’s assistant, asking the doctor for a large bottle of glucose. Lying in bed, she waited for her husband to arrive at the hospital to seek "justice" for her.

Her plan seemed sound, but she waited long enough for her blood sugar to rise without seeing a trace of Victor Langley.

Victor Langley only sent an assistant to deliver a message.

"Chairman Langley is aware of this afternoon’s incident. He’s already scolded the third young master. Madam, please return home after the IV drip."

"And what else?" Leona Sheridan asked.

The assistant looked puzzled.

"About Juliana Jacobs?" Leona Sheridan prompted.

The assistant’s face revealed a hint of unease, "Chairman Langley said if you don’t ask about Miss Jacobs, it’s fine. But if you do, I’m to convey that both Miss Jacobs and Miss Sinclair are guests of the Langley family, and you should be mindful of the family’s reputation, so as not to be laughed at by outsiders."

Leona Sheridan, "..."

So, there’s no issue with Juliana Jacobs?

Leona Sheridan was stifled by a surge of frustration, rushing to her son’s hospital room to complain.

Jared Langley had been hospitalized for the past few days and was feeling irritable.

After hearing her complaints, especially about her using the family whip, his brow furrowed, ""Are you really using the Langley family rules to drive her away?"

Leona Sheridan’s endless complaints got stuck in her throat.

"Son, I am your mother! I’m the only one in this world who truly has your best interests at heart!"

"I know, but Juliana Jacobs is someone I like. Why can’t you try to accept her? Father’s stance is clearly a hint for you to stop making a fuss. If you continue like this, you’ll only annoy him."

Leona Sheridan, as if suddenly enlightened, fell silent.

Her husband found her meddlesome, and her son blamed her impulsive actions. But who was the root cause of all this?

If it weren’t for Juliana Jacobs being sharp-tongued and always stirring trouble, she wouldn’t be in this position.

She wouldn’t let this frustration go unresolved!

...

The next evening, Juliana Jacobs visited the hospital to see Jared Langley.

Regarding yesterday’s incident, Jared Langley pretended to be unaware and didn’t mention it.

After peeling an apple for him, she was ready to leave.

Jared Langley suddenly grabbed her hand, surprising Juliana Jacobs.

Jared Langley’s gaze towards her was deep, "I haven’t disturbed you these past few days, has your mood improved?"

Juliana Jacobs tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly.

"I have to get back to the company and work overtime, take good care of yourself," she said.

Jared Langley frowned, "Do you think we seem like an engaged couple?"

Juliana Jacobs didn’t avoid his gaze but sat by the bedside, looking directly at him and asked, "Do you think we look like one?"

Jared Langley thought for a few seconds, "We... should look like it."

Juliana Jacobs smiled, "If you have doubts yourself, there must be something amiss."

Jared Langley pondered for a few seconds, his breathing became rapid, and he uncontrollably pounded his head.

Juliana Jacobs didn’t have time to rub her wrist, which he had hurt, as she quickly tried to hold down his hand.

"Wait until you feel better to think about it."

Jared Langley calmed down, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on her, "I like you, truly."

Juliana Jacobs’ brow twitched, pausing for several seconds before saying, "I haven’t lied to you either."

With that, she left his hospital room.

However, just as she reached the main door, someone intercepted her.

The person who stopped her was the Langley Residence’s butler, whose respectful demeanor left no room for refusal, insisting on inviting her to a nearby teahouse.

Juliana Jacobs looked at him, "How did you know I was here?"

The butler instinctively glanced in the direction of the inpatient building, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Realizing the truth, Juliana Jacobs knew it must have been Jared Langley who told him.

Her gaze turned cold as she silently followed the butler out of the hospital.

In the elegant teahouse private room, Leona Sheridan was elegantly sipping tea.

Beside her sat a man, about fifty years old, with sparse hair and a large belly.

Seeing Juliana Jacobs enter, his murky eyes lit up instantly, and his unabashed scrutiny was discomforting.

Leona Sheridan set down her teacup, a sharp curve forming on her red lips, and directly said to the man, "Mr. Tate, this is the one I mentioned to you, the woman just kicked out by a wealthy family. Look at this appearance, isn’t it quite something?"