Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 319: Leave One Hand, I Won’t Ask for More

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Leave One Hand, I Won’t Ask for More

The scene in the hospital room froze instantly.

Standing with his back to the door was not Stella Windsor, but a man.

He wasn’t tall and was quite slender. When he turned to look at Juliana Jacobs, his facial skin was stretched tight.

"Juliana!" Florence Sinclair was the first to react, her tone sharp, "Didn’t your mother teach you to knock before entering?"

Although Juliana realized she had been reckless, she knew dealing with Florence Sinclair required intimidating tactics.

"Knock if there’s a person inside; when there’s an animal, why bother knocking?"

Florence Sinclair was so angered by her words that her chest hurt, "In the middle of the night, what are you doing barging into my hospital room?"

Juliana walked in casually, a cold smile on her face, "Nothing much, is there a wrong time to deal with animals?"

Florence Sinclair was stunned by her words, her face turning pale.

Just then, Auden Hughes’s gentle yet surprised voice came from the door, "Juliana, why are you here?"

Juliana turned her head and saw him holding a plate of cut fruits.

She narrowed her eyes, her voice emotionless, "Coming to care for her at such a late hour, truly a dedicated fiancé."

Auden Hughes knew they were at odds, so he walked in with a smile to explain, "President Carter and I were nearby for a late-night snack. We mentioned Florence being hospitalized here, so Mr. Carter came to visit her."

Then, he began to introduce them.

"Oh, right, I haven’t introduced you. This is Nathan Carter of Goldsummit Corporation, the third son of The Zenthian Sea Carter Family, a leading biotech company. We’re currently in talks, and Mr. Carter might become a partner of Vivacore Bio."

Juliana glanced at Nathan Carter but didn’t greet him.

Auden Hughes’s gaze, however, remained fixed on Juliana the whole time, never glancing at Florence Sinclair.

"Juliana, it’s been a few days, and you’ve lost a bit of weight, but you look alright. How are your eyes? Any better?" he asked. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

On the hospital bed, Florence Sinclair’s face instantly darkened.

At that moment, Elias Langley’s figure appeared at the hospital room door, catching Auden Hughes’s words clearly.

"My wife is fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Hughes."

As he spoke, he entered the room, naturally wrapping his arm around Juliana’s waist, even lightly pressing his fingertips to her side.

Juliana, ticklish, shrank into his embrace at once.

Elias Langley curled his lips.

Others not aware of their actions would naturally think they were deeply in love.

Auden Hughes was briefly embarrassed but forced a smile, "So Mr. Langley is here too."

Elias Langley did not continue talking to him, turning his gaze to Nathan Carter.

Auden Hughes was about to introduce him again, only for Nathan Carter to nod at Elias Langley, "Mr. Langley, we meet again."

Elias Langley nodded, his voice very soft, "Pleasure."

Nathan Carter smiled, "Your wife is truly unique."

Elias Langley, hearing this, simply gave a faint smile, his eyes carrying an unmistakable arrogance, "My wife, Juliana, is naturally exceptional in vision and capability. Despite The Zenthian Sea being vast, you should travel more, Mr. Carter."

Nathan Carter was not angered by his words and instead smiled at Auden Hughes, "Then I must trouble Mr. Hughes to show me around Kingsford for some insight."

Auden Hughes quickly nodded with a smile.

Elias Langley dismissed them, asking Juliana, "Shall we go home?"

"Alright." Juliana leaned against him.

"Then we won’t disturb everyone. Goodbye."

Elias Langley left the hospital room with Juliana, never once giving Florence Sinclair a glance.

Florence Sinclair felt chest pain again, from the anger.

She had been assaulted by Samuel Paxton and lost her womb, suffering greatly, clearly the victim, yet they all only cared about Juliana.

Why!

...

Juliana sat in the passenger seat, rubbing her hands together for warmth.

Elias Langley buckled her seatbelt, asking, "Why the unhappy look?"

Juliana looked at him, "Do you know Nathan Carter?"

Elias Langley started the car, "We’ve met."

He didn’t say where.

"He gave me an uncomfortable feeling; I don’t like him," said Juliana.

Especially his eyes, there was a sense of familiarity.

"Then I’ll investigate him," Elias Langley said.

Juliana pursed her lips, "Stella Windsor should have been there last night — something’s off."

The car stopped at a red light, Elias Langley took a hand to stroke her head, "Don’t rush, it’s right to be suspicious. Let’s take it slow."

Juliana, calmed by his words, felt quite relaxed.

Yet she noticed in her calmness, the man driving was slightly frowning.

"Is there something bothering you?"

His smile came at her question, "If you’re happy, I am too."

He wouldn’t say, so Juliana didn’t ask further.

The next day, Raine Kane delivered Nathan Carter’s information.

"So little?" Juliana was surprised.

Raine Kane nodded, "The Zenthian Sea Carter Family does have a third son named Nathan Carter, but he’s been frail and sickly since childhood, never seen publicly, so there’s no photos of him. His father recently died suddenly, and sibling rivalry is intense, so he’s been pushed to work, handling business in Harlan, actually being sidelined."

Juliana skimmed through the file and pushed it aside.

After a moment of reflection, she shook her head.

"I have a hunch Stella Windsor is back; she must be the strategist behind Florence Sinclair."

Last night’s affair lingered as a cloud of suspicion for her.

Juliana composed herself, looking at Raine Kane, "And nothing’s wrong with my husband?"

Raine Kane hesitated briefly, "No, but Samuel Paxton’s removal, Old Mr. Paxton hasn’t openly reacted, though he’s bound to retaliate. Could Mr. Langley be busy with this?"

No wonder he wasn’t focused even when sleeping last night.

Juliana lowered her eyes, "Keep tabs on his whereabouts for me."

Raine Kane, "..."

At night, Elias Langley messaged her about returning late.

Juliana replied with "Okay," asking nothing more.

Elias Langley looked at the word for a while before putting down his phone, heading towards the Cardinal Arts Club Building.

Zachary York withheld him fretfully, "Sir, is there really nothing we need to prepare?"

Elias Langley chuckled, "Samuel Paxton is dead, and Old Mr. Paxton will surely vent his anger. If it’s not excessive, I’ll endure it."

He knew very well that Dylan Paxton’s invitation tonight was a trap.

Though removing Samuel Paxton had stirred the snake, now the old fox must be lulled into thinking he’s in control. Only then will he stay near the bait, stepping into their net.

At the club’s top floor.

Old Mr. Paxton was making tea.

This time, it wasn’t ordinary tea.

As the elevator doors open, Elias Langley was greeted by a strong scent of jasmine.

He walked out of the elevator, his voice soft, "You’ve taken a liking to this fragrant tea now, Old Mr. Paxton?"

Dylan Paxton ignored him, making himself a cup of tea.

"Old age makes the nose delicate, unable to bear the scent of blood. Fortunately, the tea’s aroma is rich enough to mask unpleasant odors."

Elias Langley calmly sat opposite him, silent.

"Elias," Dylan Paxton’s shrewd eyes finally fixed on him, "I elevated you, aware of your skills. But the Paxton family has lost someone, right under my watch. You’re familiar with the rules, leave a hand behind, and I won’t ask for more."