Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 298: Old Mr. Sinclair Is Shocked by His Son’s Sudden Appearance

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Old Mr. Sinclair Is Shocked by His Son’s Sudden Appearance

Old Mr. Sinclair walked into the funeral hall, leaning on his cane, followed by a thin Daoist priest in a yellow robe.

Elias Langley narrowed his eyes slightly and casually took a step toward Juliana Jacobs.

"Dad, why are you here?" Mrs. Sinclair asked.

Old Mr. Sinclair was full of sorrow, "Isabelle was my joy, now that she’s gone, as the head of the family, can’t I come to see her?"

Mrs. Sinclair shed a few tears upon hearing this.

Juliana Jacobs scoffed and looked away.

However, Old Mr. Sinclair’s withered finger pointed at her.

"Master Wallace has just used divination, and Isabelle’s spirit remains restless, crying tears of blood, saying she was driven to a dead end by you, this woman, full of resentment and unable to reincarnate. Now, only your blood can redeem her!"

"Dad, this is..."

Mrs. Sinclair furrowed her brows.

Sinclair Manor never engaged in such practices.

As she was about to speak, Florence Sinclair held onto her arm and persuaded, "Mom, you’ve been worried and exhausted over Isabelle’s funeral these days, so why not let Grandpa handle this?"

Mrs. Sinclair hesitated for a moment, but eventually let Florence help her to the side.

Old Mr. Sinclair raised his chin, "Master Wallace, go get her blood, any amount will do."

Priest Wallace swung the dust whisk, saying with great affectation, "Infinite Heavenly Venerated! Third Miss Sinclair’s resentment is so intense it may turn into a fierce ghost. If we don’t appease the spirit in time, it will bring disaster to the family. We must use the blood of the perpetrator to draw the ’Apology Charm’ and incinerate it to appease the spirit."

As he spoke, he took out a needle.

Juliana Jacobs, unyielding to anyone, lifted her leg and kicked.

The kick was clean and swift, sending Priest Wallace flying and knocking over Isabelle Sinclair’s portrait stand, scattering incense burners and offerings all over the ground.

Old Mr. Sinclair was furious, "Juliana Jacobs, isn’t it enough that you killed her? Do you want to destroy her funeral hall too?"

Juliana Jacobs brushed her pant leg, raised her eyebrows, and replied, "Old Mr. Sinclair is so worried about her resentment affecting the Sinclair Family, perhaps you should personally go to hell to appease her."

"I’m 78, and you curse me?" Old Mr. Sinclair’s face turned livid with anger.

"Miss Jacobs," Florence Sinclair walked over with a frown, her face full of concern for her bullied grandfather, "It’s just a small amount of blood, not much, why do you treat a kind old man so rudely?"

Silvia Jacobs turned her gaze to her, asking, "Did you bring a translator?"

"What?" Florence was puzzled.

Juliana Jacobs suddenly raised her hand and slapped her, "I don’t understand your ghost talk."

Another blow!

Florence’s ears buzzed, and she was momentarily dazed.

"Juliana Jacobs!" Mrs. Sinclair stood up from her chair, "You are so ill-mannered."

Just then, Priest Wallace, who had redonned his hat, stepped forward and said to Old Mr. Sinclair, "Mr. Sinclair, the time is urgent. If we miss this moment, the resentment will solidify, and not even the greatest immortal will be able to save the Sinclair Family."

Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Sinclair immediately summoned the bodyguards standing outside the funeral hall.

"Come in and restrain this woman for me."

"Old Mr. Sinclair, here we never engage in such superstitious practices."

Elias Langley pulled Juliana Jacobs into his embrace.

With him protecting her, the bodyguards dared not approach and could only stand around and look at Old Mr. Sinclair inquiringly.

Old Mr. Sinclair’s gaze fell on Elias Langley, and his eyes nearly popped out.

"Elias Langley, don’t forget, you are the man who married my granddaughter’s memorial. You are my Sinclair Family’s son-in-law; you can’t side against us."

Elias Langley raised his eyebrow slightly, "I support justice over acquaintance. The cause of Isabelle Sinclair’s death is under investigation by a team formed in the prison. Soon, you will have answers. If Old Mr. Sinclair seeks retribution for Isabelle and harms others under pretense, I won’t stand idly by."

Old Mr. Sinclair snorted coldly, "Fine, you want to protect him, let’s see how well you can protect him today."

He then instructed the bodyguards, "All of you up, whoever can obtain Juliana Jacobs’ blood will be rewarded with a million."

As the words fell, Raine Kane appeared at the door, carrying a sturdy object, her smiling gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Who wants to be the first to accompany Third Miss Sinclair downstairs?"

The bodyguards immediately froze in place, afraid to move.

Seeing everyone’s attention focused on Raine Kane, Master Wallace’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he took advantage of the opportunity to raise the needle and move toward Juliana Jacobs.

Elias Langley, who had been protecting Juliana Jacobs, reacted extremely quickly, delivering a swift chop to Master Wallace’s wrist bones!

His strength was heavy, causing Master Wallace’s entire arm to tremble.

In that instant, Juliana Jacobs noticed a scorpion tail tattoo on his inner wrist, her breath catching.

After the decisive chop to Master Wallace, Elias Langley, not giving him a chance to react, delivered another kick that sent him crashing into the stone pillar beside the funeral hall.

"He..." Juliana Jacobs pointed at Master Wallace, her emotions agitated, "He’s the one who hurt Summer Shaw!"

Upon hearing this, Master Wallace’s complexion changed dramatically.

Suppressing the pain, he made a nimble roll, dashed into the window beside him, and leaped out.

Elias Langley’s gaze turned cold as he immediately shouted, "Raine Kane!"

Standing at the door, Raine Kane reacted quickly, throwing the sturdy object to Zachary York almost at the moment Master Wallace broke through the window, and charged forward.

The two silhouettes vanished outside the window, one following the other.

Elias Langley turned his gaze back to Old Mr. Sinclair, "Did you hire a priest or an assassin?"

Old Mr. Sinclair’s lips trembled, yet he stubbornly stated, "You drove away the master I invited, refusing to let Isabelle rest in peace; what are your intentions? Elias Langley, the Sinclair Family can make you or destroy you."

"You senile fool..."

Juliana Jacobs wanted to confront him, but Elias Langley grabbed her.

Though unacknowledged, he didn’t want Juliana Jacobs to bear the blame of disrespecting her elders.

"Why, I’m the head of the Sinclair Family, do you dare to hit me?"

As Old Mr. Sinclair finished speaking, Sebastian Sinclair’s voice came from the door.

"Father, nowadays people are most vulnerable to provocation. Your bones are still strong, why do you need to make such claims?"

Old Mr. Sinclair was not only stunned by his son’s sudden appearance but also choked by his words.

Sebastian Sinclair sat in a wheelchair, slowly pushed into the funeral hall by the nurse.

"Sebastian, why are you out?"

Mrs. Sinclair quickly approached to greet him, taking over the wheelchair from the nurse.

Sebastian Sinclair said calmly, "I have recovered mentally, that’s why I’m out, is there a problem?"

Mrs. Sinclair’s nose turned sour, and she quickly said, "I couldn’t be happier that you’re out of the hospital."

Sebastian Sinclair took a deep breath and looked at his wife, "Over the years, I’ve drowned in the sorrow of losing Helena, neglecting many matters at home; you’ve worked hard."

"It’s not hard," Mrs. Sinclair wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, "as long as you can move forward, that’s all that matters."

"Dad," Florence Sinclair quickly stepped forward, her voice choking, "We’ve always hoped you would get better. If Isabelle could see you leaving the hospital today..."

She paused appropriately, lowered her head to wipe her eyes, attempting to provoke Sebastian into blaming Juliana Jacobs for Isabelle’s death.

However, Sebastian only glanced at her indifferently, raising his brows slightly.