Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 270: If Your Adopted Daughter Is Your Beloved, Then What About Your Biological Daughter?

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: If Your Adopted Daughter Is Your Beloved, Then What About Your Biological Daughter?

"Mrs. Sinclair, having you over for dinner truly brings splendor to our humble abode. It happens that my daughter is recovering here, and upon hearing of your visit, she is eager to perform a dance to entertain you."

April Wallace had heard that Mrs. Sinclair was fond of elegance, and it so happened her daughter was a dance enthusiast.

If Mrs. Sinclair were to take a liking to her daughter, then having her daughter stay by Elias Langley’s side would be just around the corner.

Thus, she risked being dismissed to seize the opportunity as the evening was nearing its end to barge in.

"Mrs. Dalton," Juliana Jacobs feigned displeasure, "why are you so out of line? Besides, your daughter’s foot injury hasn’t healed; how can she dance for Mrs. Sinclair?"

April Wallace assumed she was deliberately obstructing her daughter from showcasing in front of influential people and hastily defended her.

"Madam, you may not know, but Lena is very dutiful. Upon hearing of Mrs. Sinclair’s grand visit, she specially took a pain relief injection and meticulously bandaged her ankle. It won’t hinder her performance at all!"

Juliana was "taken aback" by her words, and turned to look at Mrs. Sinclair, her expression somewhat troubled.

"The household staff is out of order, I apologize for the spectacle. But she really wants her daughter to dance for you, and this is..."

"If she loves to dance so much, why not go to a club?" Isabelle Sinclair lost her temper and interjected scornfully, "A strip dance there brings in thousands, and jumping into a guest’s bed fetches even more."

"Isabelle!"

How could the Sinclair family heiress utter such things?

Mrs. Sinclair immediately cut her off sternly and then turned to April Wallace, her tone much gentler.

"Since she has the heart, let her dance then."

"Great, I’ll go call her right away."

April Wallace joyfully exited the dining hall.

Within two minutes, Lena Dalton appeared in flowing dance attire in the courtyard entrance to the dining hall, accompanied by classical music.

With a supple form and graceful movements, her gaze constantly drifted towards Elias.

Isabelle’s mood was turbulent, suppressing the urge to tear apart her clothes several times.

Her mother was present; she absolutely could not lose composure or let her see her true nature.

However, as the dance reached its climax, Lena executed a light spin and slowly, perfectly performed a grand gesture akin to a concubine greeting the lady of the house and the master before Elias and Mrs. Sinclair!

Isabelle could no longer sit still.

Snatching her man right in front of her mother would stretch the patience of even a saint.

Isabelle stood up abruptly and flung the almost untouched bowl of soup on the table towards Lena.

"You lowly thing! How dare you lust after Elias? Still dreaming of being a concubine? You’re not even fit to help him with his shoes, better off working the street corner!"

Though the soup was no longer hot, it was greasy and full of residue, pouring down over Lena’s head, drenching her face and clothes.

She stood frozen in place, shocked and ashamed, shivering all over like a soaked quail.

"The dance was going so well, what happened?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

April Wallace hurried over to embrace her daughter.

Isabelle, still unsatisfied after berating Lena, turned her sharp tongue towards Juliana Jacobs, her words becoming increasingly acrid.

"And you! You can’t even stop a servant’s daughter from flaunting herself under Elias’s nose. What a wife you are! Can’t keep your man, so you might as well give way and stop embarrassing yourself!"

"Isabelle!" Mrs. Sinclair stood up, her voice exceedingly stern, "Is that something you should be saying?"

Isabelle’s chest heaved violently, her excitement uncontrollable, and even her mother’s anger couldn’t restrain her.

"Why can’t I say it? Elias is supposed to be mine. She took my man and couldn’t keep him. Better she divorce him soon and let me marry Elias. I’ll show her how he cherishes me, so much he won’t want to leave the bed."

Slap!

Outraged, Mrs. Sinclair’s slap landed heavily on her face.

Isabelle clutched her cheek, staring in disbelief, still sputtering in her excitement.

"Mom! You’re hitting me for them? What did I say wrong? Elias marrying a dead woman’s memorial is worse than marrying me..."

"Silence!" Mrs. Sinclair interrupted loudly, her face ashen, "Look at yourself, speaking such filth, where is the dignity of a Sinclair heiress?"

Unwilling to let her daughter continue embarrassing herself, she immediately instructed Susan who had accompanied them.

"Take Miss Isabelle home at once. Without my permission, she is not allowed to leave her room!"

Isabelle wanted to argue her case, but Susan forcibly dragged her away.

Seeing Mrs. Sinclair decisively disciplining Isabelle, April Wallace felt hopeful for her daughter and was just about to speak emotionally when Mrs. Sinclair spoke first.

"As a mother, if you can’t lead by example and always think about pushing your children down the wrong path, such a person is unworthy of being a mother, better off not having been born."

April Wallace, struck speechless by this, quickly helped her messy daughter retreat.

The living room immediately fell silent.

Mrs. Sinclair took a deep breath and looked at Elias. "Why keep such people around the house? If you find it inconvenient to deal with, I’ll send Susan over tomorrow to get rid of them for you."

Elias did not respond immediately but turned his gaze to Juliana Jacobs.

Mrs. Sinclair, ever perceptive, quickly sensed there was more to tonight’s incident than met the eye.

Thinking of Isabelle’s earlier outburst, her heart churned, her hand by her side trembling slightly.

She looked towards Elias, her eyes filled with pain and disappointment: "Elias, I have always trusted you the most. But how could you tonight, for the sake of others, lose your sense of right and wrong and let Isabelle end up like this?"

Before Elias could speak, Juliana stepped in front of him, blocking Mrs. Sinclair’s questioning gaze.

"What, you can’t accept that your adopted daughter is such trash, so you take it out on my husband?"

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes clouded for a moment.

However, she did not lose her temper but instead examined Juliana from head to toe with an icy and sharp gaze.

"Miss Jacobs," her voice was not loud, but icy and cutting, "Elias’s journey to this point has not been easy. With his status, he needs a partner who can assess the situation and take the big picture into account, not someone who causes him to lose judgment and not discern right from wrong."

"So," Juliana raised an eyebrow, "you believe I’m unsuitable, then which of your daughters is worthy of marrying him?"

Mrs. Sinclair cast a sharp glance at Juliana, speaking with a chill: "Isabelle is dear to me. If you dare scheme against her, I won’t spare you!"

With that, she headed towards the door without looking back.

Juliana watched the direction Mrs. Sinclair left, muttering softly to herself, words only she could hear.

"If your adopted daughter is dear to you, then what is your missing biological daughter? A scapegoat for your husband?"

She blinked away the sting in her eyes, fighting back tears.

As soon as she turned around, she found Elias looking at her.