CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: "EXCUSE ME, YOUR SON IS...?

"How did my sister-in-law drink so much? I’ll go cook some sobering soup."

She looked worried, but Evan didn’t give her a glance or even respond.

Stella had no choice and followed them to the master bedroom.

However, she was sensible enough to just stand at the bedroom door.

Evan placed Juliana on the bed and was about to close the door and help her undress when he noticed Stella hadn’t left yet.

He walked over to the door, and Stella bit her lip.

"Brother, sister-in-law’s emotions are getting worse. She can hate me, that’s fine, but I don’t want her to misunderstand you any further. You should let me move out, preferably somewhere close to the hospital, so I can take care of mom."

Although her words seemed humble, Evan surprisingly nodded his head.

"Indeed, living with us is not good for your health and might also scare her."

Stella’s pupils shrank abruptly, as if she had been slapped in the face.

"Actually, I’ve already been looking for a new place for you, and I’ve arranged a psychologist for you. Stella, take care of yourself and recover soon."

Having said that, Evan closed the door.

Stella felt a block in her heart.

She reviewed all her actions that evening.

Clearly, she had always been at a disadvantage. Clearly, Evan had been resentful and gnashing his teeth at Juliana in the middle of the night. How did his attitude change once he brought her back?

What she didn’t know was, when Evan saw the location where Juliana was at the incident, by the sea, all his anger dissipated.

After closing the door, Evan turned around and saw Juliana getting up by herself, wobbling towards the bathroom.

She had a cleanliness obsession, needing to shower and change clothes before getting into bed after coming home.

Evan went to help her, but she shook off his hand.

"I’ve become filthy and disgusting because of you, and you’re still not satisfied, coming to disgust me more?"

Evan’s eyes turned colder.

But after a few seconds, his expression softened.

"Don’t be jealous. At the time, I was just trying to save someone. I didn’t think that much."

Juliana sneered, "Instinctively hugged someone, must have practiced a lot in normal times."

Evan’s lips pressed into a straight line, "You’re drunk. I won’t hold you to what happened yesterday. We’ll talk when you’ve sobered up."

Juliana, confident and fearless, "I barely drank, I’m very clear-headed now. I wish I could soak the places you touched in disinfectant. Really, your hand, you touched her chest..."

Juliana involuntarily gagged.

Bang!

Evan kicked over the stool in front of the dressing table and left the bedroom.

Juliana took a nap and woke up at three in the afternoon.

She scratched her head, and cursed drinking for causing trouble.

She was supposed to pick up the car and bring her grandpa out of the hospital today, but those plans were disrupted by Stella’s antics.

She hurriedly called Rosalind.

Rosalind was busy on the other end.

"Juliana, don’t worry, your grandpa is safely home. He’s in great spirits, I just got him settled in, and he’s very pleased with the new house. When you have the time, come and see him."

"Alright, send me the address, and I’ll be there shortly."

Her grandpa moved into a new house, she couldn’t rest easy until she checked on him.

Yet, what puzzled her was Rosalind’s attitude, which had suddenly become... much more enthusiastic.

Juliana didn’t have time to think about it. On her way downstairs, she met Stella.

Stella was sitting sickly on the couch, and when she saw Juliana, she quickly stood up.

"Sister-in-law, I frightened you last night. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I couldn’t control my emotions... I know you’re angry with me because of Old Mr. Sutton’s issue. I..."

Juliana had no patience for her acting, pointed to the surveillance camera and said, "Watch my mouth, so you don’t get maliciously edited again and blame me."

Saying so, she squared her face, speaking to the camera, but the words were sharply directed at Stella.

"Stop acting here, you’ve used the framing trick a few times, so think of something else."

With that, she left Platinum Bay without looking back.

Stella’s schemes were uncovered and nipped in the bud, but her eyes were as cold as needles dipped in poison.

This game is long, let’s see how many times you can brazenly use my brother’s love.

The voice in her heart, Juliana couldn’t hear.

Just after picking up the car, Juliana received a message from Rosalind with the address.

Seeing the location "Celestial Vista," she gripped the phone with increasing strength.

Probably guessing her state, Rosalind sent a photo with a ding.

It was a photo of her grandpa sitting in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, resting.

"Your grandpa likes the new home’s environment very much, he has suffered all his life, let him enjoy it."

Juliana wanted to be angry, but couldn’t find a reason.

In less than two minutes, a call came from Rosalind again.

She asked cautiously, "Juliana, did you see the photo?"

"What else do you have to say?" Juliana asked.

"It’s like this, the reconciliation agreement for your grandpa, I already signed on his behalf, it’s just your part... Chief Wyatt said he’s waiting for you at ’Rainfall Pavilion.’"

Juliana closed her eyes briefly.

"Auntie Linton," she spoke calmly, "Living in the house we exchanged for almost being beaten to death and me being molested by them, are you at ease?"

Rosalind: "..."

Juliana rushed to the teahouse, and her opposite number had been waiting in the private room for quite some time.

"Mrs. Grant, I really didn’t know President Grant’s father-in-law lived in our village. If I had known earlier, I absolutely wouldn’t have let my son cause such a misunderstanding. Letting you and Old Man Linton be frightened, I’m really sorry for that."

The Chief was enthusiastic, Juliana was aloof.

"May I ask who your brat son is..."

The Chief’s expression changed.

"Jason Wyatt. That night, there was a bit of misunderstanding with you guys. The old man was magnanimous and forgave the child, but as for you..."

The Chief handed over a drafted reconciliation agreement.

The reconciliation document stated that Juliana’s attire was revealing and words were suggestive, leading to being mistaken for being in an improper occupation, so everyone tried to teach her a lesson, hence it was all a misunderstanding.

Juliana restrained her emotions and calmly asked, "Where is my grandpa’s reconciliation document, let me see."

The Chief laughed, "The old man just got out of the hospital, not in great spirits, Ms. Linton is his guardian. Anyway, it’s already signed, just look at yours."

No need to look, one could imagine the contents being equally infuriating.

With these two reconciliation documents, Jason Wyatt wouldn’t face criminal charges.

Juliana read the document waiting for her signature and tore it up immediately.

"If you can’t educate your son, let the state do it. Letting your son go to jail is better than getting shot."

The Chief’s face fell.

"Mrs. Grant," the middle-aged man who had been silent spoke, "you just married a wealthy husband, women who don’t behave often become unattractive over time."

Juliana looked at him, and the Chief quickly introduced, "This is Jason’s uncle."

Understood, this was what Blondie mentioned, the one who could let those hooligans run rampant.

Juliana raised an eyebrow, "So what does Chief Wyatt want to tell me?"

Desmond Wyatt sipped his tea, exposing a set of nicotine-stained teeth.

"Mrs. Grant is quite a looker, but too stubborn. I bet President Grant won’t stay interested in you for long. A rich man marrying a common girl is just for show. If Mrs. Grant was smart, you’d seize the opportunity to network, like befriending me."

Juliana toyed with the now-cold teacup in front of her, "I don’t understand Chief Wyatt’s point."

Desmond Wyatt chuckled twice, "When President Grant tosses you out like worn shoes, I’ll find you some widowed colleagues, with your talent for service, you’ll easily fit into being a government wife, isn’t that nice?"