Chapter 29 Should We Call the Cops?

Easton stared nkly at Jean for a second, then suddenly burst intoughter.

Jean pursed her lips..

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So he really is messed up. He’s beyond help. Does the Ginger family even have a single normal person lef? How did I be the only sane

One!

Hearing Jean’s inner monologue, Easton nearlyughed himself breathless.

When he finally calmed bdown/b, Easton sighed thoughtfully. “Jean, you really are adorable.”

So adorable that he had the sudden urge to bbreak /bher.

bWhat /bbexactly /bdid byou /bwant by calling me here?” Jean asked bbluntly/bb, /bbalready /bfeeling restless.

She was ready to take back everything she’d thought earlierb. /b

I’d rather be stuck with Lacey and those lunatics backstage than hang around a psycho like Easton!

Easton’s lips curled up slightly. “What, leaving already? I just wanted to catch up with my little sister. After all, it’s been ages since Ist came home.”

“Well, Jean, pointed impatiently at the clock on the bwall/b, “bare /bwe done catching up yet?”

You Easton shook his head with feigned helplessness. “Are you breally /bin bthat /bmuch of a hurry to leave?”

Jean didn’t reply out bloud/b, but thought to herself. Of course I am. Who wants to spend time with a weirdo like you!

“Fine.” Easton got up from the sofa, walked to the desk nearby, pulled something bfrom /bba /bdrawer, and returned to Jean. bTake /bthis bwith /byou before you go.b” /b

Jean frowned slightly.

She epted the item suspiciously and looked carefully-

It turned out to be a tube of ointment and a handkerchief.

“Make sure byou /bapply that properly on your face. Easton lowered his eyes slightly, an ambiguous bsmile /btugging at his lips. “You look pretty pathetic right now.”

Pathetic enough to annoy him.

Easton didn’t want those red scratches staying on Jean’s bface /bany longer.

Jean stared nkly for a moment.

Did creepy, mil Easton suddenly grow a conscience? Wait, does he even have a conscience?

bWithout /bsaying banything /bfurther, Easton cheerfully walked Jean to the door.

“See you around little sisterb.” /b

He leaned against the doorframe, eyes curving into ba /bgentle sinile as he waved goodbye.

Jean nced at him once without speaking

Then she turned away and walked off

Easton was dangerously misleading–smiling warmly on the outside, yet twisted and dark inside

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She only knew his basic life trajectory and how he ended up.

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Now that she thought about it, given how messed up Easton bwas/bb, /bit bwas /bno wonder he’d end up ruined and disgraced…

Jean walked into the women’s restroom, where there bwas /ba convenient vanity area.

She carefully opened the ointment tube and began slowly applying it to her cheek.

A cool, refreshing sensation instantly spread across her skin.

Surprisingly, the ointment also seemed to hide the redness–Jean’s scratches quickly became less noticeable.

Huh, guess Easton has at least bsome /bdecency.

When Jean returned backstage, everyone was gathered together, quietly chatting about something.

Seeing her enter, they briefly nced up, then quickly looked away bagain/b, deliberately treating Jean like she was invisible.

Jean nced at the clock on the wall.

The finals weren’t over yet.

It had only been intermission, which was why Easton had the chance to go to the VIP lounge.

There were still several groups yet to perform,

After all the performances ended, it would be time for the much–anticipated awards ceremony..

“My stuff is missing

Suddenly, Jean heard Lacey’s slightly anxious voice nearby.

“What did you lose? We’ll help you look.”

“It’s ba /bhandkerchief, a really expensive one…”

“When did it go missing? Do you remember?

b“I /bhad it when we got back from the stage… I’m not sure when I blost /bit…”

Jean sat alone on the bsofa /bin the corner, intentionally blocking out their noisy chatter. However-

It seemed bthat /bbgroup /bhad no intention of leaving her alone.

“Jean, get up!”

A girl rushed over, roughly grabbing Jean’s arm band /bforcibly pulling her up. “Let’s check if you have Lacey’s handkerchief

Hicfore Jean even had bthe /bchance to respond, Lacey herself darted bforward /bband /bsnatched the handkerchief that was slightly sticking out of Jean’s pocket!

“This is mine! Lacey dered after examining it closely.

Jean stared in disbelief.

This was clearly the handkerchief Easton had bgiven /bher mome

“You say it’s yours, so it’s yours Jean shrugged off the girl’s bhand/b, stepping forward to face Lacey directly, her voice icy and

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Jean felt all her built–up anger burst out at once. Her fists clenched tightly, and her normally pale cheeks flushed slightly with

anger.

“What else would it be?” Lacey’s eyes narrowed as she red down at Jean, unfazed. Do you honestly bthink /bit could belong to you?”

“This isn’t some ordinary rag–it’s designer. Can you beven /bafford it?”

Lacey’s voice grew louder and louder, echoing harshly through the entire backstage room.

“This is a top–tier brand! One handkerchief costs thousands!” Others immediately chimed in supportively. “If Jean sold her entire family, I doubt she’d have enough money to buy it.”

“So she decided to steal instead–such dirty intentionsb!/b”

“If you’re gonna steal, at least be smarter about bhiding /bit. How stupid.

“If something isn’t yours, don’t covet it. Know your ce.

“Poor people always act like this, desiring things they can’t afford, resorting to pathetic methods…”

“Jean, you must be a habitual thief! There’s no way this is your first time stealing. What else have you stolen before?”

“Come clean already–what else bhave /byou taken?”

Everyone had already made up their minds that Jean stole Lacey’s handkerchief. They were all determined to pin the crime firmly on her.

The air filled with malicious usations and nderous words, all directed at bJean/b.

She pressed her blips /btogether, refusing to surrender. Her eyes shed with stubborn determination as she spoke up clearly. “That handkerchief bis /bmineb” /b

Turning her gaze directly at Lacey, Jean continued calmly, “Lacey, now that you ve snatched my handkerchief, wouldn’t that count as robbery?”

Everyone stared at Jean, eyes wide with disbelief.

How shameless could Jean be?

She stole someone’s property, denied it, and then used bthe /bvictim of robbery!

She was utterly bbeyond /bshameless!

“You think I’m robbing you?” Laceyughed bitterly, her voice shaking with anger. She took out bher /bphone, waving it in Jean’s face aggressively. “Fine, should we call the cops?”

“You stole my things, then used me of robbery? Why don’t we let the police decide who’s telling the btruth/bb!/bb” /b

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