Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 314: Juliana Jacobs, Your Retribution Has Come

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Juliana Jacobs, Your Retribution Has Come

Sebastian Sinclair wiped his face with a cloth, trying to stay calm as he defended himself, "How is this crying? It’s the steam from the medicinal spring that’s making my eyes water."

Mrs. Sinclair wasn’t a three-year-old child who would believe anything she heard.

At this moment, she couldn’t delve deeper into her suspicions, so she silently pushed them aside for now. However, her husband’s overwhelming concern for Juliana Jacobs had already planted a heavy shadow of doubt in her heart.

About an hour later, after soaking in the medicinal spring, everyone got out of the pool one after another.

Just as Juliana Jacobs finished tying her bathrobe, Mrs. Sinclair picked up a nearby cloak ahead of Elias Langley, with some pity and an apology for her prior lack of composure, wishing to drape it over her.

However, Juliana sidestepped away.

"Mrs. Sinclair," she said in a distant tone, "everyone has their own difficulties. I face my scars not to gain anyone’s sympathy but to overcome them myself."

As she spoke, her eyes gradually became mocking.

"Save your sympathy for your foster daughter; she seems to need your ’care’ more than I do."

Mrs. Sinclair’s face began to turn sour.

"Let me do it."

Elias Langley took the cloak from her hands and draped it over Juliana Jacobs. The two bid farewell to Sebastian Sinclair and left the pool.

Mrs. Sinclair was somewhat angry, "What kind of attitude is this!"

Sebastian Sinclair raised an eyebrow, "I think that attitude is quite normal. After spending so much time with Florence, your criteria for dealing with people have become more ’flexible.’ You can’t expect to make things difficult for the younger generation multiple times without expecting a cold shoulder in return, now, can you?"

With that, he sat in the wheelchair at the door and left, leaving Mrs. Sinclair standing there in a daze...

Florence Sinclair fumed in her room all night.

She had already bribed Samuel Paxton’s assistant to find a way to bring him over. But even if it went smoothly, he wouldn’t arrive until the next night.

The thought of how Juliana Jacobs had tampered with her food to prevent her from enjoying the hot springs with her parents made her furious.

By morning, she finally came up with an ingenious idea: if she could prove that Juliana Jacobs was indeed the missing Helena Sinclair, Samuel Paxton would certainly not spare her.

The next morning, Elias Langley took Juliana Jacobs hiking.

His intentions were clear: he didn’t want Juliana to have too much interaction with Mrs. Sinclair.

Since it was rare for her to go out, he didn’t want her to encounter any unnecessary annoyances.

To wait for them to return and have lunch together, Sebastian Sinclair deliberately postponed the meal until one o’clock in the afternoon.

However, the two didn’t arrive at the restaurant until around one-thirty.

"Sorry, we worked up a sweat playing and went back for a shower."

Juliana Jacobs’ cheeks were flushed, whether from the hike or being steamed by hot water during the shower was unclear.

After lightly explaining, she sat down in the chair Elias Langley had pulled out for her.

Sebastian Sinclair showed no anger and amiably asked, "No worries, was the scenery on the mountain beautiful?"

Hearing this, Juliana glanced at Elias Langley next to her, grumbling, "Ask him. He kept complaining that I was too slow or lacking stamina, turning a leisurely tour into a military drill."

The truth was, in places that were rugged and difficult to navigate, Elias Langley’s hand steadily supported her.

Not only did he support her, but in secluded places, he wasn’t so well-behaved.

He truly made her feel the undulating vastness of nature.

Elias Langley chuckled at her words, "You’re either in the lab or sleeping at home. Isn’t it good for you to get close to nature?"

Their seemingly mutual complaints and affectionate interaction made Florence Sinclair feel as if she had drunk a bowl of old vinegar, sour to the core.

Unable to resist, she softly commented with a hint of sarcasm, "Elias, seeing you and Juliana as a loving couple is truly enviable. However, making the elders wait with empty stomachs for so long isn’t quite the best conduct."

Juliana Jacobs turned her gaze towards her, a smile that carried no warmth curling at the corners of her lips.

"Miss Sinclair, you speak well. But I hope you practice what you preach when holding others to account, and don’t leave ’manners’ just on the tip of your tongue."

Florence Sinclair’s face turned white, speechless for a moment.

This time, Mrs. Sinclair did not speak up for her foster daughter, but calmly said to the nearby waiter, "Serve the food, please."

Sebastian Sinclair specifically ordered the mushroom stew here, one for each person, which was very delicious.

The final dish served was the soup shrimp balls, a specialty dish here.

Mrs. Sinclair, intending to ease the distance between her and Juliana Jacobs, served her a bowl.

"These are made from lake shrimp raised in medicinal spring water, said to be quite nourishing, give it a try."

Juliana lowered her eyes, fully aware.

It was likely Florence Sinclair stirring the pot behind the scenes, as usual.

Juliana calmly stirred the soup with a spoon, lifting a shrimp ball, contemplating how to spill this bowl of soup.

Meanwhile, Florence Sinclair was staring at her intently; if she didn’t eat it, Florence would likely confirm her identity.

Just as Juliana was about to put the shrimp ball in her mouth, Elias Langley suddenly leaned in and whispered, "Feed me first."

Juliana accordingly brought the shrimp ball to his lips.

He ate it nonchalantly, nodding, "The taste is good, try it."

Juliana disdainfully placed the spoon back in the bowl, "You want me to eat after you? No way."

Elias Langley raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes, "I never heard you complain when I shared your saliva."

His words made Juliana’s face instantly flush red, lightly pinching him with a chiding whisper, "What nonsense are you talking..."

Amid their playful banter, the bowl of shrimp balls was ultimately left untouched on the table.

Another plan foiled!

Florence Sinclair silently stewed, drinking her mushroom stew clean.

In the afternoon, Sebastian Sinclair suggested continuing to soak in the health-enhancing medicinal springs, but Elias Langley changed the plan, saying another kind of herbal bath was better for Juliana Jacobs, and Sebastian, not knowing his intentions, agreed.

This time, they didn’t send Florence Sinclair away. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

However, after the hot spring, Florence Sinclair felt her head was a bit dizzy.

But the news of Samuel Paxton’s arrival renewed her spirits.

In a while, she would bring Juliana Jacobs to face Samuel alone.

After tonight, that woman would be nothing more than a rag.

By then, every humiliation she had suffered would be repaid in full.

As night fell, Juliana Jacob, feeling a bit weary, bid the Sinclairs goodnight and went back to her room.

Florence Sinclair, with her head still spinning, saw Juliana leaving and also claimed she needed to return to her room.

Mrs. Sinclair, seeing her pale face, advised her to rest well.

But once out of the Sinclairs’ sight, Florence picked up her pace, catching up to Elias Langley and Juliana Jacobs who were walking shoulder to shoulder.

She softly called "Elias" in a gentle tone, then appeared to trip over something, falling straight toward Elias Langley.

Elias Langley tried to step aside, but Florence grasped his waistcoat as she fell.

At first glance, it seemed like he had reached out to catch her.

Juliana Jacobs watched the scene unfold, her eyes instantly turning cold as she turned and walked away.

Elias Langley hurriedly left Florence and chased after her to explain, "She was trying to touch me; I didn’t want to touch her."

Juliana laughed coldly, "Knowing she has ulterior motives towards you, why did you respond to her?"

Elias Langley frowned at her words, "Can you be reasonable? I’ve been avoiding her all the way here, what more do you want?"

Juliana raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so it sounds like I’m in the way of you both?"

Elias Langley stared at her for a moment, his gaze deep, then turned to leave.

Not returning to the room, but heading toward the parking lot, seemingly angry enough to leave.

The corridor leading to the guest rooms suddenly became quiet.

Juliana Jacobs stood watching the direction Elias left, a little frustrated inside.

At this moment, behind her, Florence Sinclair’s triumphant laughter sounded, "Juliana, your retribution has come."

Juliana turned to see Florence leaning against a column, with a man who looked like an assistant standing beside her.

A strong sense of danger surged up her spine. Juliana decisively turned to leave, only to find a slightly plump man blocking her way.

The hallway’s light cast shadows over Samuel Paxton’s twisted face, especially the obvious indent in his skull on one side, resembling a rusty key that unlocked the nightmare of Juliana’s 13-year-old self.