Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 272: She Really Has Remembered

At this moment, Raine Kane, sensing something was wrong, rushed in from outside and kicked Isabelle away.

Isabelle, having been pampered all her life, had never endured such a heavy blow.

She immediately cried out in pain, and the sheep horn hammer in her hand flew out as she collided heavily with a stone pillar not far behind her, sliding to the ground, silenced.

"Juliana!"

Raine quickly helped Juliana Jacobs up.

Warm blood was seeping continuously from Juliana’s temple, quickly staining her sleeve red.

Raine hastily took a towel handed to her by a colleague, pressing it against the wound.

Within just ten seconds, Juliana struggled to open her eyes.

But the intense pain and dizziness were like overwhelming waves, leaving her unable to distinguish what day it was.

The feeling of suffocating despair from when she was 12 was as clear as if it were happening at this moment.

Her dilated pupils had no focus as she grabbed Raine’s arm and pleaded brokenly, "I don’t want to drown, Elias Langley, save me..."

With that, she tilted her head and fell into a coma again.

At the hospital, outside the emergency room.

Elias Langley arrived as Juliana was still being resuscitated, and Raine came up to him.

"I’m sorry, sir, I thought Juliana would be safe in the company, who knew Third Miss Sinclair was lurking in the hall."

"Where were the security guards? How was she able to walk in with a hammer so brazenly?"

Elias’s voice was clearly holding back anger.

Zachary York quickly stepped forward, whispering, "The Innovation Hub is still in the preparation stage, and security measures aren’t perfect yet. The security equipment was scheduled to be installed tomorrow, which allowed Third Miss Sinclair to exploit the gap."

Elias closed his eyes, his lowered hand clenched into a fist.

Raine hesitated for a moment, then added softly, "Sir, before Juliana fell unconscious, she woke up for a few seconds and said something very strange."

Elias looked at her coldly.

"Juliana said... she didn’t want to drown and asked you to save her."

These words struck a dull pain in Elias’s chest.

She had indeed remembered.

To protect her father, a chip expert, he had to put her in danger.

And even though she knew it was his choice, she still believed in him at the last moment of despair.

Her kindness and unconditional trust fractured his heart.

"Sir, Third Miss Sinclair is also in the ward. She’s awake now, and Mrs. Sinclair is on her way. Do you want to see her?" Zachary asked.

"Bring her..." Elias breathed heavily, taking a long time to calm down, "bring her here!"

Zachary was stunned momentarily but then led the people away.

Within two minutes, Isabelle was dragged from the VIP ward to the door of the emergency room.

"Elias, they’re being so rough with me. Please save me."

Isabelle wasn’t used to being treated like this, and when she saw Elias, she sought his help.

However, Elias watched her thrown in front of him with an expressionless face.

Isabelle clung tightly to his shoe, curling up at his feet.

At this moment, the emergency room door opened, and a doctor came out, nodding slightly towards Elias.

"Madam’s temple suffered a blunt heavy blow, preliminarily diagnosed as a moderate concussion accompanied by a noticeable scalp hematoma and localized soft tissue injuries. The cranial CT shows a slight subarachnoid hemorrhage. Although the bleeding has currently stopped on its own, the aftermath of the concussion and any other neurological impacts must be assessed further after the patient regains consciousness..."

"You’re lying!" Isabelle interrupted the doctor, "I just tapped her lightly; how could it be so serious? Did she pay you to say this?"

"Isabelle Sinclair!"

Elias gritted her name through his teeth, his tone eerily calm.

Isabelle shuddered, letting go of his pant leg and moving back two or three meters.

"Since you think it wasn’t hard, let’s have you experience a hammer blow properly and then tell me if it’s heavy."

After speaking, Elias instructed those who came with him to take Isabelle away for handling.

Isabelle’s face turned pale, emitting a sharp and piercing scream, "No, Mom save me, Mom save me..."

At this time, Mrs. Sinclair arrived just in time.

"Let her go!"

Under Mrs. Sinclair’s reprimand, Isabelle was released.

She crawled and rolled forward, holding onto Mrs. Sinclair, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mom, Elias is going to kill me for that woman..."

Mrs. Sinclair patted her adopted daughter’s back lovingly, looking at Elias with a very strong gaze.

"I didn’t teach her well, I’ll be responsible, but you don’t have the right to harm my daughter."

Elias’s eyes gradually reddened, and he spoke to Mrs. Sinclair in an icy tone.

"But... if the person in critical condition inside the emergency room were your daughter, would you also say this to me?"

Mrs. Sinclair was shocked, pushing Isabelle away and taking two steps forward.

"What are you saying? You mean... you mean..."

Elias restrained his surging emotions and spoke again with a cold voice, "It’s just a hypothetical."

For some reason, Mrs. Sinclair quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elias, you were born under my father’s care, and then grew up in the Sinclair Family. We have a bond that’s almost closer than family, but now your Mr. Sinclair..."

Mrs. Sinclair’s nose twitched, a sob choking her throat.

"Your Mr. Sinclair likes Isabelle the most. Considering that my husband and I treated you like a son all these years, forgive Isabelle. I promise to discipline her properly."

Elias became rigid due to her words.

He closed his eyes as scenes from the Sinclair Family’s past flashed through his mind, ultimately pausing on the memory from this morning when Juliana, while helping him tie his tie, complained that they hadn’t had dinner together for days and said it was bad for their relationship, urging him to come home early tonight.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only a bleak chill in them.

"Mrs. Sinclair..."

No longer addressing her as "teacher’s wife," a more distant title was used.

"I, Elias Langley, am a person who values relationships and loyalty. The kindness you and Mr. Sinclair showed me is remembered in my heart. But I am also Juliana’s husband. Protecting her is my foremost responsibility and my bottom line. Isabelle crossed it."

His voice had no warmth, as if he was making an irrevocable decision.

"If today, you want to use this ’affection’ to spare her, I cannot refuse. But you must know, once it’s used, that affection will be exhausted."

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes turned red.

She opened her mouth several times, yet her throat felt choked by something.

After a long pause, she struggled to calm her emotions before speaking softly, "Elias, this matter is my fault, and I apologize. I will take Isabelle back to discipline her sternly, and when Juliana awakens, I will personally bring Isabelle to apologize."

Elias looked at the red-lit emergency room door, not responding to her words.

That night, in the intensive care ward.

Juliana finally broke free from the endless darkness, slowly opening her eyes.

Almost simultaneously, Elias placed her hand against his cheek.

"You’re awake... Does anything feel uncomfortable? Does your head still hurt?"

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Juliana’s weak gaze lingered on his anxious face for a long time, her eyes hollow and confused, as if veiled by fog.

Elias feared she had lost her memory again, his heart tightening, "Don’t you recognize me?"

Juliana slowly closed her eyes, taking a while to gather the strength, before calling out, "Elias Langley."

The man’s hanging heart was just about to rest when he heard her continuing with difficulty, despite the dryness in her throat, "I... I can’t see with my left eye."