Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 310: Slapping Mrs. Sinclair in the Face

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Slapping Mrs. Sinclair in the Face

Sebastian Sinclair was aware of Juliana Jacobs’s physical condition, and he immediately clicked his tongue.

"Am I mistaken?" Mrs. Sinclair looked puzzled, "Though Elias has difficulty in having children, Juliana’s symptoms really seem like pregnancy."

Elias Langley, without a word, picked Juliana up.

After taking a few steps, he remembered he had unfinished business here and called out sternly, "Raine Kane."

Raine Kane instantly understood, deftly drew a dagger, grabbed Marcus Sinclair’s hair, and responded, "Here!"

"Give it back tenfold."

"Understood!"

Mrs. Sinclair was thrown into a panic and hastily said, "How can this be! He was just following my orders, you can’t..."

Yet Elias Langley ignored her, holding Juliana without looking back as they left.

"Madam," Sebastian Sinclair’s voice was icy, "Isn’t Elias’s stance clear enough? Marcus is taking the fall for you! If it were anyone else hearing what you just said, they would surely suspect their wife of infidelity. Florence’s issue isn’t over yet; you need to reflect on this."

Mrs. Sinclair stood frozen in place, her well-maintained face drained of color...

As Juliana was carried away by Elias, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I can’t conceive, and you may not be able to either, so I can’t be pregnant."

Elias maintained his stern expression without a hint of change, "I’ve arranged for a plastic surgeon for your facial restoration surgery. First, we’ll do a check-up to rule out the possibility of pregnancy."

"Don’t you suspect me of infidelity?" Juliana asked.

Elias smiled subtly, "With me around, do you still have the energy for extracurricular activities?"

Juliana’s face flushed instantly, and she promptly shut her mouth, avoiding his gaze.

After a thorough examination, it was confirmed that Juliana was indeed not pregnant.

She wondered if it was her imagination, but she seemed to see a hint of disappointment on Elias’s face.

An hour later, the facial restoration surgery was successfully completed.

The doctor stated that the surgery went very well, with no scars left, but due to receiving a tetanus shot, she would need to stay for observation for half an hour.

This half-hour was a perfect time to settle scores.

Marcus was considered ruined, while Florence was brought before Juliana.

In reality, her uterine bleeding wasn’t severe, and it had stopped after arriving at the hospital; the act she put on earlier in the ward was purely for sympathy, but no one was buying it.

With Sebastian Sinclair present, Mrs. Sinclair could only wait outside the observation room.

Even though she was very anxious, she didn’t say much.

Florence’s face was pale, her eyes full of defiance.

"Miss Jacobs," she maintained her dignified heiress persona before her foster parents, "even with Mrs. Paxton’s support, don’t be too proud. Are you denying that you’ve hit me?"

With her face bandaged, Juliana couldn’t show expression, but her tone was very cold.

"I don’t have time to play word games with you here. Your good mother taught me ’a small punishment often precludes a bigger one,’ I’ll just try it on you."

Florence had no idea what she was planning, but it had to be more terrifying than being hit, as she gasped, "This is a society governed by the rule of law..."

If not for just having surgery, Juliana would have laughed at that statement.

"My husband can’t just stand by and watch me be wronged like this. For your wrongdoings, you should be punished. I’ve spared not reporting you for defamation out of respect for Elias, but you must give me an explanation!"

This was essentially Mrs. Sinclair’s words in the ward, slightly altered and thrown back at Florence.

Juliana appeared to be settling accounts with Florence but was actually slapping Mrs. Sinclair in the face.

Mrs. Sinclair wanted to enter and say a few words for her daughter, but was stopped by a look from Sebastian Sinclair.

Juliana’s voice then came with undeniable pressure, "I won’t hit you this time. Slap yourself until I’m satisfied."

Slapping herself, how painful would that be?

Florence looked pitifully at Elias Langley.

However, the man just stood by the window, saying nothing.

She then looked pleadingly to Mrs. Sinclair outside the observation room.

In the end, Mrs. Sinclair gritted her teeth and left.

Juliana spoke slowly, "If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I’ll have Raine Kane do it, but you’ll have to pay her labor fee afterward."

Florence bit her lip and slapped herself across the face.

"Did you even eat?" Juliana’s tone was indifferent, "I can’t hear it."

Slap! Slap!

"You’re too weak, I can’t feel the sincerity, let’s have Raine do it instead."

...

In the next half-hour, the quiet observation room only echoed with increasingly loud slaps.

Juliana would sometimes criticize the force, sometimes find fault with the rhythm. Florence’s face, already beaten a few days earlier, quickly swelled and turned red again.

Even the corners of her mouth bled, and her eyes transitioned from hatred to numbness.

Until the doctor entered to inform the end of observation time, did Juliana feel somewhat tired and called it off.

By this time, Florence was already dizzy, and Mrs. Sinclair, who had returned, rushed in to hold her.

Elias Langley raised an eyebrow and immediately picked up Juliana, taking her away.

As they passed Florence, who lay limp in Mrs. Sinclair’s arms, he paused slightly.

"If this doesn’t serve as a lesson, the self-inflicted consequences next time will undoubtedly be worse. Self-awareness is precious, and turning back is the shore."

He didn’t give Florence a single glance, and after speaking, he carried Juliana away without turning back.

Florence rolled her eyes, becoming limp as if she were lifeless.

"Doctor, come quickly, my daughter has fainted, what are you all waiting for?"

Mrs. Sinclair shouted anxiously.

The doctors waiting outside the observation room brought in a gurney, placed Florence on it, and quickly pushed it towards the emergency room.

Mrs. Sinclair wanted to follow but was held back by Sebastian Sinclair grabbing her wrist.

Mrs. Sinclair lowered her head and said, "Sebastian, what’s gotten into you? Florence is our daughter, we brought her from the orphanage ourselves. She’s so hurt, how can you not be the least bit pained?"

Sebastian Sinclair held her wrist, showing no intention to let go.

"In Florence, I see the shadow of Isabelle Sinclair. Isabelle’s death was her own doing, and now Florence becoming the way she is, isn’t it due to her own actions as well?"

Mrs. Sinclair looked at her husband in disbelief.

"Are you accusing me of failing to raise our daughter well, of not being fit as a mother?"

Sebastian let go of her hand, his eyes softened.

"I’m reminding you that when a mother’s love clouds her judgment, even the most basic distinction between right and wrong will be blurred, and tragedy often ensues at such times."

These words pierced like a knife into the deepest, most painful part of Mrs. Sinclair’s heart.

The years of accumulated grievances, sacrifices, and pain from being misunderstood overwhelmed her reason.

"I can’t tell right from wrong? How can you say that to me! For so many years, I’ve fully supported your research, complied with all arrangements from above, and even placed our biological daughter in a secondary position..."

Mrs. Sinclair choked up at this point.

"There is no mother in this world who can bear the pain of losing a child! Losing Helena was like dying once, and the guilt over Helena tormented me day and night until Isabelle and Florence appeared and redeemed me. I regret not fighting for even a little for our daughter back then; I try to make up for it with Isabelle and Florence. What wrong have I done?"

Sebastian looked at her devastated face, closed his eyes, and suppressed the complex emotions surging within.

"Vera," he said calmly, "Because we’ve both borne the cost of loss, we should never condone mistakes. And you are heading for an irrevocable error."

Mrs. Sinclair was struck by the deeper meaning in his words, and even her sorrow was abruptly halted.

She grabbed Sebastian’s arm.

"You... you know where Helena is, don’t you? Our daughter, she isn’t... dead, is she?"