The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 88: It’s All His Fault!

"Alright." Lindsay Walsh got up to leave.

Yelena Hughes dared not relax for even a moment.

She glanced at the girl in Jasper Yale’s arms, surely very young, with those slender arms and legs, just like her own daughter Yelena.

But why do such a thing here?

Lindsay Walsh felt regret for others, but she still had to rush to the next appointment. As she was about to leave, her gaze inadvertently swept over the coffee table.

There was a phone on it that looked very familiar, the phone case identical to Yelena Hughes’.

Yelena Hughes felt the air around her come to a halt, unsure why her mother hadn’t left yet.

Until Lindsay Walsh’s voice echoed in her ear, "Yelena?"

The voice carried disbelief, "Yelena, is that you?"

Goosebumps arose all over Yelena Hughes as Jasper Yale watched Lindsay Walsh approach, "She’s not Yelena Hughes."

Lindsay Walsh scrutinized her daughter’s bare shoulders and back; there was no hiding now.

She stood by the two, teeth clenched, words squeezing through them, "Yelena, get up."

Yelena Hughes could hide no longer, consumed with shame and frustration, tears starting to form in her eyes as she turned her head to Lindsay Walsh, bracing even for a slap.

"Mom..."

Lindsay Walsh reached out, pulling her upright.

At this moment, Yelena Hughes was in disarray, hair slightly tousled, like a startled fawn.

Lindsay Walsh glared past her, fixing on Jasper Yale.

Jasper Yale, under her gaze, felt uncomfortable, as though caught red-handed in a scandal.

"Let’s go home." Lindsay Walsh took Yelena Hughes’ hand.

She led her daughter out of the private room, just as a few ladies passed by, speaking sharply to her, "Mimi sure is lucky, huh? Master Thorne again tonight? Must have made a hefty tip!"

"Weren’t you just in Master Thorne’s room earlier?"

"Hey, Mimi, who is this? Does The Sovereign Club deliver takeout now?"

Just then, Chester came over from a distance, cast a glance at them, and scared them off.

Yelena Hughes was pulled outside by Lindsay Walsh, cold and gloomy wind blowing, which she couldn’t fend off.

Lindsay Walsh’s phone buzzed, "You have a new order."

It was still raining outside; when she came in, she had set aside a raincoat.

Yelena Hughes felt a heart-wrenching discomfort, realizing at this moment how embarrassed, how disgraceful she truly was.

"Mom." Her voice swelled with sobs. "I’m sorry."

Despite reluctantly entering such a place, she ultimately couldn’t face her family.

Lindsay Walsh turned around, Yelena Hughes closed her eyes lightly, waiting for a punishment.

The middle-aged woman stared at her daughter’s face, feeling a deep sorrow, this place bustling with people, tonight was Lindsay Walsh’s first time stepping in.

"I saw many men inside, some drunk beyond restraint... Would they hit people?"

Yelena Hughes trembled with her eyes, shaking her head, "No, there are security guards inside."

"Yelena." Lindsay rested a hand on Yelena Hughes’ shoulder, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Tears flowed unchecked, "I know."

Tears streamed down her cold face, sliding along Yelena Hughes’ cheeks.

Lindsay Walsh didn’t persist in taking her away, pulling out her phone from her pocket, "You should go back, it’s too cold here."

"Mom?"

Lindsay Walsh picked up the raincoat placed on the ground, quickly putting it on, "You’re not a child; knowing what you’re doing is enough."

She turned and rushed out, riding a large electric scooter for convenience.

With effort, she kicked out the stand and sat on it, Yelena Hughes watching her figure gradually disappear. This was their life, always striving independently.

She returned to the private room, Jasper Yale pouring wine, somewhat surprised to see her back.

"Your mom didn’t take you away?"

Yelena Hughes seemed absent-minded, without greeting him, directly sitting on the sofa.

Jasper Yale glanced at the cake, "She delivered it, hungry now?"

Yelena Hughes finally showed some expression, "My mom, did you call her here?"

Jasper Yale picked up his wine glass with two slender fingers, the idea absurd, "I called her here just to watch you wriggling in a man’s arms?"

"Then why did she come to your private room?"

Her emotions teetered on the edge, unable to calmly consider; she had been on Jasper Yale’s lap, clearly engaging in something improper.

She didn’t want this, but Jasper Yale wouldn’t let her go.

If she had merely sat by the side, such an unbearable scene wouldn’t have unfolded.

"Are you interrogating me?"

"Master Thorne," Yelena Hughes’ eyes carried chilling contempt, "Are you standing up for Miss Alden?"

Ha. Jasper Yale tapped his fingers on the wine glass, "This place, you stepped in voluntarily a second time; it’s bound to be noticed."

"Regarding the press release, I’ve already cleared my name, but you? Did you consider she might be framing me?"

What Yelena Hughes said seemed a reckless act of pulling a tiger’s whiskers.

Jasper Yale’s gaze froze on her, "Don’t drag her into this."

His darling, nobody could touch. But didn’t others have things they desperately wanted to protect too?

Yelena Hughes’ view outwards blurred, thinking of Lindsay Walsh’s retreating figure. After witnessing her daughter’s downfall, would she be heavily burdened, suffer a mishap outside?

"If Master Thorne thinks I humiliated Miss Alden, just say it; spare my family."

Jasper Yale thought her words were delusional, "You haven’t had a drink, yet are you drunk?"

"Isn’t it so? Miss Alden’s press conference was sabotaged by me. She wanted me fired, publicly shamed, but merely because I didn’t comply, you turned around and..."

Yelena Hughes paused, unable to continue, voice choked, "Do what you want with me, why involve my mom in a place like this?"

"Yes, this is my second time here, but..." Yelena Hughes got choked up, "Where did I offend any of you? Didn’t my family deserve better? Order me to kneel, do anything, but don’t involve my mom."

Yelena Hughes had no idea how she’d explain it to her mom once home.

Should she say she was helpless?

She was scared, truly frightened.

She gazed at the bottle on the table, drinking might mean not facing reality.

Yelena Hughes shut her eyes, gulping several mouthfuls, throat burning fiercely.

Initially, Jasper Yale just watched the woman’s frenzy unfold.

But seeing her down half the bottle, his brow furrowed, was she trying to drink herself to death?

Jasper Yale went over and grabbed Yelena Hughes’ wrist, "Stop drinking."

This man, everything was his fault!

Yelena Hughes glared at his handsome face leaning close, spitting wine on his face.