Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 256: I Must Uncover the Truth Myself

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: I Must Uncover the Truth Myself

Juliana Jacobs looked her straight in the eye.

"Looks a lot like your daughter, doesn’t she?" Her lips curled slightly, the smile carrying a hint of mischief and determination, "Too bad I don’t have the luck to be named Sinclair."

Mrs. Sinclair’s lips trembled slightly, instinctively glancing at Elias Langley.

"Elias, have you investigated her?"

Elias Langley’s eyes were deep as a cold pool, revealing no emotion.

"She is not."

Mrs. Sinclair trusted him. Hearing these words, the joy that had just begun to rise in her heart, almost breaking through the surface, suddenly plummeted, breaking silently.

Her gaze returned to Juliana Jacobs, now somewhat crestfallen.

"Being able to marry Elias, that truly is a kind of fate."

Old Mr. Sinclair’s expression immediately turned cold upon hearing she was not.

"Elias, since you married under Helena’s memorial tablet, you are rightfully a son-in-law of our Sinclair Family. This relationship cannot be erased simply because you have a marriage certificate."

Saying this, he turned his eyes to Mrs. Sinclair.

"Jian Wei, you are Isabelle’s mother. According to tradition, after Helena passed, the engagement with Elias should be inherited by Florence or Isabelle. Now that Florence is soon to join in an alliance through marriage with the Hughes Family, Elias should marry your daughter Isabelle, yet he went behind our backs and got the certificate with another woman. The Sinclair Family cannot let this matter slide easily."

"An engagement can be inherited?"

Juliana Jacobs seemed like she had heard a joke.

She walked to a servant, seized the coat from them, and came to Elias Langley, tiptoeing to drape it over him.

They exchanged looks without words, yet it was as if a thousand words had been spoken.

Juliana Jacobs straightened Elias Langley’s clothes before looking at Old Mr. Sinclair.

"According to your most absurd reasoning, how do you plan for your two granddaughters to share my husband? Who takes 135, who takes 246, and who gets Sunday?"

"You insolent thing!"

Old Mr. Sinclair’s face turned blue with rage, his cane striking the ground heavily.

"Elias! Look at the woman you’ve married! Speaking nonsense, having no manners!"

"The one speaking nonsense and losing their mind is you!" Juliana Jacobs retorted sharply, "My husband and I are legally married by the state, how is it wrong in your eyes? You’re just bullying people with your age!"

This woman was too rude.

Old Mr. Sinclair was like he had turned into a vibrating mode, saying to the man holding the whip, "What are you waiting for? Execute family law! Do you really think just because there’s a disturbance, the beating can be avoided?"

The slightly chubby man didn’t dare hesitate any longer, raising the Armor-breaking Whip as he swung it towards Elias Langley’s back.

In that instant, Juliana Jacobs suddenly lunged at Elias Langley’s back, holding him tightly.

Seeing she was about to take the blow for him, Elias Langley’s face changed drastically, instinctively gripping her arm and quickly turning around.

He would rather take the blow head-on than let Juliana Jacobs get hurt.

However, just as they were about to protect each other, no one expected Mrs. Sinclair would rush up at this moment, opening her arms to shield Elias Langley and Juliana Jacobs.

The whip wind had already arrived, too late to stop.

With a "snap," the whip landed heavily on Mrs. Sinclair’s raised arm, causing her to let out a muffled groan of pain, staggering half a step, supported in time by Elias Langley.

Juliana Jacobs’s anger flared up, bypassing Mrs. Sinclair to charge at the slightly chubby man.

The man, already scared for hitting the wrong person, became even more frightened, and as Juliana Jacobs charged at him, he fell to his knees, repeatedly begging for forgiveness.

But Juliana Jacobs only took the Armor-breaking Whip from his hand.

She looked towards the instigator standing on the steps.

"Is it that every place with old relics must be accompanied by old feudal rules? If so, go back to your grave, this era does not welcome you!"

Old Mr. Sinclair, used to flattering and obedience, was extremely uncomfortable with Juliana Jacobs’s attitude.

He trembled with rage, pointing at her, "You, you..."

"Dad!"

Mrs. Sinclair’s arm couldn’t be raised, withdrawing her gaze from Juliana Jacobs, she took a deep breath, trying to control her voice.

"Marriage is a matter of choice, Elias has already married under Helena’s memorial, we should not insist further."

"Jian Wei, what are you saying?"

"I took the whip for them, this matter ends here."

Old Mr. Sinclair looked at the striking blood mark on his daughter-in-law’s arm, and met with her unyielding gaze, finally waved his hand, unwilling yet deflated.

Elias Langley took Juliana Jacobs’s hand, interlocking their fingers, saying no more as he led her out.

Juliana Jacobs took a couple of steps and suddenly looked back at Mrs. Sinclair.

She saw Mrs. Sinclair, supported by the housekeeper, staring blankly at her.

Her daughter’s stubborn eyes looked back at her, but there was now a trace of unfamiliarity and distance between the brows.

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes were filled with surging emotions, pain and complexity intertwining, almost overflowing.

Juliana Jacobs silently withdrew her gaze, walking side by side with Elias Langley, leaving without a backward glance.

"Madam, I’ll call for the doctor right away." The housekeeper said.

"Add more sugar to the brewed medicine, then divide and send it to the Second Miss."

"Yes."

Mrs. Sinclair turned and went slowly into the house.

The slightly chubby man, seeing everyone dispersing, called twice to the old master.

Old Mr. Sinclair came back to his senses, "What is it?"

The slightly chubby man pointed towards the door, "That woman took away your ancestral whip."

Old Mr. Sinclair was so angry his eyes almost spouted fire, "Why didn’t you say earlier?"

Elias Langley led Juliana Jacobs out of the Sinclair Manor gates, where Zachary York and Raine Kane immediately came up to meet them.

Both of them lowered their heads subconsciously when they met Elias Langley’s gaze.

"Sir," Zachary York spoke first, "Did the Madam arrive on time?"

He was displeased that she let the person in when he had asked her to bring her back.

"Install a scam prevention app in your brain."

Zachary York earnestly explained, "But what the madam said made a lot of sense, I couldn’t refute it..."

"Is it right just because it can’t be refuted?" Elias Langley retorted.

Zachary straightened up, speaking righteously, "The madam’s words are also an order, I cannot disobey."

These words rendered even Elias Langley speechless for a while.

Like finding evidence, Zachary York immediately said, "Look, sir, I was just like your expression at the time."

Juliana Jacobs couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Elias Langley closed his eyes briefly, shooting Zachary York a sharp look, personally opening the rear car door for his wife.

As Juliana Jacobs passed by Raine Kane, she handed over the Armor-breaking Whip.

"It’s yours."

Raine Kane, knowledgeable about weapons, was both surprised and delighted.

"This whip is a potent weapon, it’s been around for quite some years. It draws blood when used, the least it’ll do is break bones... Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Raine Kane was exuberant with joy.

"Use it well, and only where it’s needed."

After these words, Juliana Jacobs bent down and got into the car.

The vehicle smoothly merged into the night, Raine Kane focused on driving, while Zachary York, sitting in the passenger seat, occasionally checked the rear view.

Elias Langley glanced sideways at the silent Juliana Jacobs, softly spoke, "I checked Mrs. Sinclair’s arm, it’s just a superficial injury, no damage to the muscles or bones."

Juliana Jacobs watched the retreating scenery outside the window, her tone indifferent, "Whether she’s hurt or not, what does it have to do with me?"

Elias Langley did not argue with her, merely gently holding her hand, the warmth of his palm making Juliana Jacobs shiver slightly...

Meanwhile, at Sinclair Manor.

The doctor carefully cleaned Mrs. Sinclair’s wound, applied ointment, and left anti-inflammatory painkillers.

"Fortunately, the force of the whip was restrained, apply medication on time and rest well, there will be no issues. If it aches too much to sleep tonight or if a fever develops, take the medicine I left."

After sending the doctor off, the ever-concerned assistant couldn’t help but speak, "Madam, you’re too easygoing. The son-in-law marrying someone else, how can this be let go? Even if Miss Jacobs... does bear some resemblance, it can’t be the reason."

Mrs. Sinclair leaned against a soft cushion, the burning pain in her arm making her face pale.

She shook her head weakly, her voice carrying a hint of frailty, "Susan, you don’t understand, it’s not because she resembles..."

Though trusting Elias Langley, the spirit in that girl’s eyes, the flames that ignited when she got hurt, pushed her to personally uncover the truth.

A sharp pain coursed through her arm once more.

"Go," Mrs. Sinclair took a deep breath and instructed, "call Marcus Sinclair here. I want him to investigate who this Miss Jacobs really is..."