Chapter 243


    Chapter 243 Petty People Are the Biggest Pains


    I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to head back to the old manor together today.


    The ride was dead quiet. I kept expecting him to scold me and maybe warn me off Charlie, but nothing


    came. Not a peep.


    We got to the old manorte at night.


    Stepping out of the car, I blurted out, “Just so you know, Charlie and I are not close.”


    He stopped in his tracks, gave me an icy side–eye, and said in that low rumble, “I know.” Seriously?


    That was that.


    He did not say a word, just stepped out of the car and left me standing there, totally confused. I


    expected him to say something, anything at all.


    Nope, not a peep from him was heard. It was kind of weird for me.


    I trailed behind him, heading for the yard, but my mind was elsewhere. I did not even notice. when he


    came to a sudden halt, and bam! I crashed right into his back. He was built like a brick wall, and my


    face smashed against him. My nose stung, and I clutched it, letting out a sharp hiss of pain.


    From above, his voice rumbled, low and controlled, “Lost in thought?”


    I was still cupping my nose, my face all scrunched up, and I managed to look up at him and grumble,


    “What’s there to think about? I’m just following you, aren’t I? Why did you stop all of a sudden?”


    Seriously, he did not look it, but he was solid. It hurt so much that I was on the verge of tears. His


    eyebrows knitted together, indicating he must have seen how much pain I was in, and his voice


    softened a touch as he asked, “Does it hurt that bad?”


    I shot back, annoyed, “Why don’t you try getting mmed into? Why are you stopping out of nowhere?”


    He paused. Maybe my words lightened his mood a bit because he looked less frosty as he nced


    over at the inner courtyard hall.


    I followed his look.


    Inside the well–lit hall, there were the Youngs, Madam Young, Mr. Zachary, and their group, plus one


    outsider… Jack


    What was he doing here?


    I frowned, a flicker of curiosity crossing my mind. However, I did not pry. Jack was a rtive from


    Emily’s side, after all. Maybe he had some business to take care of.


    Thinking that, I did not press on with questions.


    Idris and I stepped into the inner courtyard hall together.


    The moment we entered, I could tell something was up. The vibe was just… wrong.


    Jack looked pale and upset, and Madam Young was clearly at a loss for what to do. As we


    walked in, Mr. Zachary rushed over, “Mr. and Mrs. Young, wee back! Have you guys eaten yet?”


    Idris and I just nodded.


    Jack, hearing us, spun around. His face darkened when he saw us, and he shot up from his chair,


    storming over–straight at me.


    Madam Young jumped to her feet, her voiceced with worry. “Jack, take it easy. Whatever it is, let’s


    talk it out.”


    Jack was like a storm cloud, ignoring her and zeroing in on me, despite her plea.


    Idris stepped up just in time, nting himself between us, his gaze sharp and cold.


    All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Jack finally seemed to snap back to reality, ring at Idris. “Idris, Christina was a messst night,


    talking about suicide. She’s saying Yvette shoved her into the pond, hit her, and hurled insults at her.


    She was so out of it, she downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If I had not found her in time, she


    would be dead. You’d better give me some answers.”


    Suicide? I bit my lip, confused about Christina’s motives. I was about to defend myself when Idris cut


    in, his voice firm, “Answers? What answers? Christina’s choices are her own, not my wife’s problem.


    Yvette does not owe anyone an exnation.”


    Taken aback by Idris’s bluntness, Jack sputtered, “Idris, don’t you get ahead of yourself!” Idris just


    scoffed, “Mr. Zanier, it is time for you to go. You don’t belong here.”


    Jack never saw iting–getting kicked out before he could give his side of the story. His face, which


    was round and usually jolly, flushed a deep crimson, and he stood there, speechless, for what felt like


    an eternity.


    Watching Idris fume, Jack finally managed to spit out, “You’ve crossed the line. Alright, if you’re going


    to y dirty, don’t expect me to y nice.”


    With those biting words, he huffed and turned to leave.


    I could not let him go like that. “Mr. Zanier!” I called out.


    A frosty look was shot my way by Jack, his eyes seething with rage. “What now? You want to throw


    more usations at my daughter?”