Chapter 297


    “Enough. Stop fighting. Let us know what happened first.” Florence said worriedly.


    “I’m not sure what happened either.” James sobbed. “I cked out after drinking with my friends. By th


    e time I


    woke up, I was already in the car, and there was wreckage everywhere. I was so scared I ran away im


    mediately, but I got caught the same night.”


    “You did a hit–and–


    run? Do you know how severe this crime is? You won’t be getting out without a decade or


    two of jail time!” Dahlia spat.


    “What?” James immediately paled. “I’m still young. I don’t want to go to jail. Please save me!”


    “You have to pay the price for your mistakes. How can you think that you’ll be safe after killing someon


    e?”


    Dahlia sighed. Although she loved her brother dearly, she could do nothing about his crime.


    “Sis, Mom, help me! I swear I’ll never do this again! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!” James swore frant


    ically. unable to stand the thought of living out his life in prison.


    “Calm down, James. I’ll call you aunt right now. With the Glenstead Nicholsons‘ help and some money,


    we


    should be able to get your out.” Florence quickly drew out her phone and called Jane. “Hello? Jane? J


    ames is in danger. He ran


    his car into somebody and killed them. Could you make a few calls to get him out?”


    “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, Florence, but Dahlia ran away from her datest night, so our fami


    ly is very unhappy. They’ve given the order that unless Dahlia marries Mr. Longford, our family will not


    be providing any assistance,” Jane responded calmly.


    “What?” Florence stiffened and turned to look at Dahlia questioningly.


    “I’ll never marry him!” Dahlia immediately refused.


    “Then forget about it. Deal with James on your own.” Jane hung up.


    “Just agree, Dahlia. What’s wrong with marrying Mr. Langford? He’s powerful and rich, and hees fr


    om an aristocratic family. As long as you marry him, we can save your brother and livefortably for t


    he rest of our


    lives.” Florence urged.


    “Mom, I don’t like him!” Dahlia frowned.


    “You’ll fall in love with him after some time. Would you rather see your brother being sent to prison?” Fl


    orence


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    wailed.


    “That’s right, Sis. Just marry Mr. Langford, or I’m doomed!” James sobbed.


    “Did the two of you ever think of my future?” Dahlia was troubled.


    “You’ll have a wonderful life if you marry Mr. Langford, and our family will be powerful too, What’s


    not to like about that? Besides, I’m your brother. Do you want to see me rot away in jail?” James roare


    d, his eyes


    bloodshot.


    “Let me think about it. T–there must be another way.” Dahlia shut her eyes helplessly.


    “What’s there to think about? We’re running out of time.” James shouted frantically.


    “He’s right. Won’t you please help him? I’m begging you!” Florence cried and fell to her knees.


    “What are you doing, Mom? Get up!” Dahlia paled and tried to help Florence stand.


    “I won’t get up until you agree!” Florence dered.


    At the sight of her mother’s firm attitude and her brother’s terrified expression, Dahlia stood rooted dum


    bly, at a loss. She never thought that things would turn out this way. The happiness she’d been


    praying for was just


    a few steps ahead, so why was God treating her this way? Didn’t she deserve happiness?


    “Fine. I’ll do it …” Dahlia shut her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks.


    She had given in..