Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 305: I Won’t Tolerate Anyone Speaking Up for Her Here

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: I Won’t Tolerate Anyone Speaking Up for Her Here

Juliana looked up at him, her face still slightly red.

"No, the bird’s nest... was a bit hot."

Though Elias Langley didn’t believe it was the bird’s nest causing the issue, he still said, "Then leave it for a bit, eat it later."

"Is it? I found it just right," Mrs. Sinclair said.

Juliana didn’t respond to her, instead she lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment before gracefully standing up.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."

Though the private room had an attached restroom, she headed straight for the door instead.

Mrs. Sinclair watched her departing back, frowned and muttered softly, "What’s gotten into her? Her behavior is odd, could she be up to something again?"

"Madam," Sebastian Sinclair calmly put down his chopsticks and explained gently, "In such settings, leaving the table midway is usually to deal with personal matters. In social situations, everyone understands these tacit rules, aren’t you the one most aware of these?"

Mrs. Sinclair was momentarily speechless, then with a bit of grievance she complained, "Look, since she came in, she hasn’t even looked at me once."

Sebastian chuckled lightly, his voice carrying just the right amount of indulgence, "Isn’t it better she doesn’t bicker with you? Would you rather eat with a stomach full of anger and end up with a stomachache?"

Hearing him taking her side, Mrs. Sinclair felt a warmth in her heart and chose not to dwell on it further.

Juliana left the private room, not heading to the restroom, but to the lounge.

As she approached the door, she encountered Auden Hughes who had returned without finding the earrings.

Seeing her, Auden was a bit surprised, "Are you here to hurry us for dinner?"

Juliana looked him up and down, "What are you doing here?"

Auden shrugged, "She asked me to find earrings, but there’s nothing in the corridor."

"Where’s your phone?" Juliana asked.

Auden patted several pockets on himself before remembering that he had likely left his phone on the table in the lounge.

Just as he was about to speak, Juliana snorted, took out her phone and pulled up the photo Auden Hughes had sent her.

"Next time you take a picture, tuck in your ribs, make sure what’s supposed to be prominent is prominent, otherwise it looks so tiny you might think you don’t even have one."

Auden’s pupils contracted violently in extreme shock and shame, his face turning pale then flushing red from uncontainable anger and embarrassment.

Juliana ignored him, directly pushing open the lounge door and walking in.

"I forgot, the earrings are..."

Florence Sinclair turned around to see Juliana, and was utterly shocked.

Auden Hughes stood by the door, leaning against the frame, looking every bit like a spectator, making no move to enter further.

"You... why are you here, I’m changing clothes, get out!"

Juliana approached her with a smile, "Didn’t you drop an earring?"

Before Florence could react, Juliana yanked off the earring from her ear and slapped her hard several times.

"Ah! Ah!"

Florence cried out in pain, not only was her earlobe bleeding, but blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as well.

She hurriedly sought help from the man standing at the door, "Auden, help me! She’s gone mad, she’s gone mad!"

However, Auden remained leaning at the door, unmoved.

Juliana grabbed Florence’s collar, forcing her to look up, her eyes showing a fierce determination.

"Trying to use underhanded tricks to drive a wedge between my marriage? Florence Sinclair, weigh how much you are worth. With your level, you can’t even dodge my hits, yet you want to be a mistress?"

She let go, as if discarding something filthy, and brushed her hands contemptuously.

"I suggest you to start over, remember to bring your brain in your next life."

With that, she turned and left decisively.

At this moment, Florence’s face was a mix of blood and tears, a mess.

And just when she needed comfort, Auden casually walked over, looked down at her coldly, not even bothering to bend down for her.

"Florence Sinclair, do you think because my grandfather likes you, I can’t call off this engagement?"

He sneered.

"Wearing the title of my fiancée while scheming for your brother-in-law, who the hell do you think I am? I’m warning you, as long as you are my fiancée, you better keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. If you dare to make a fool of me..."

He picked up her phone and thoroughly deleted all his photos from it.

"I don’t mind exposing your dirty deeds to the world, then let’s see after Miss Sinclair’s reputation is ruined, will the Sinclair Family still acknowledge you as their adopted daughter? Will you still have the face to stay in Kingsford!"

Having said that, he too left, leaving Florence alone on the floor.

The humiliation of complete defeat was sharper than the pain at her ear and cheeks, her fingernails dug deeply into her palms, but she felt nothing.

Juliana returned to the private room, casually sitting back in her seat.

Elias Langley noticed she had been gone a bit long and asked, "Are you okay?"

Juliana shook her head, and focused on her meal.

Soon after, Auden Hughes returned as well.

Mrs. Sinclair, not seeing her adopted daughter, asked, "Where’s Florence?"

"She’ll be here soon."

He answered calmly and continued dining on his own.

Mrs. Sinclair was perplexed.

Meanwhile, Sebastian acted as if Florence didn’t exist, asking Juliana, "The chef here inherits the royal tradition, is there any other dish you particularly want to try?"

Juliana smiled, "It’s already very sumptuous, any more would be wasteful."

Sebastian nodded, turning to Elias Langley, "You’re wise to have married such a thrifty wife."

"Indeed," Elias Langley replied, bowing his head.

It wasn’t until the meal was almost over that Florence finally arrived.

Mrs. Sinclair, seeing her red and swollen cheeks and bleeding earlobes, asked in shock, "What happened? Who hit you?"

Florence picked up the chopsticks and said quietly, "No one hit me, I just accidentally fell while coming out."

Mrs. Sinclair didn’t buy it, "How could you fall and get hurt like this? Don’t be afraid, tell mom the truth."

Juliana, feeling disgusted by the scene, put down her chopsticks and stood up.

"I’m done eating, I’ll be taking my leave first, enjoy the rest of your meal."

Saying that, she left, not wanting to stay and listen to Mrs. Sinclair and Elias Langley’s scolding.

Mrs. Sinclair, not being naive, asked her adopted daughter with more concern, "Wasn’t it her..."

"Madam," Sebastian slowly interrupted her, "Florence is an adult, if she really suffered any grievance, wouldn’t she tell someone? Since she claims she fell, why must you insist on imagining a persecutor to satisfy you? Let the doctor take a look at her when you’re back."

Unable to find fault in Sebastian’s words, Mrs. Sinclair gave her adopted daughter a sympathetic glance and added two more dishes to her bowl.

Florence ate silently, but there was a flash of coldness in her eyes.

She vaguely sensed Sebastian seemed to be defending Juliana.

Feeling something was amiss, she discreetly took out her phone to message Sean Paxton.

...

Juliana sat directly into the car, with Elias Langley following closely behind.

The two remained silent, a tense atmosphere filling the car.

Just as Elias was about to speak, Juliana suddenly turned her head and spoke first.

"I’m the one who hit Florence Sinclair. If you feel sorry for her, you can get out and find her right now. I have no room here for someone who speaks up for her."