Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 309: Could It Be That You’re Pregnant?

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Could It Be That You’re Pregnant?

Of course, Juliana Jacobs did not want to be taken away in such a humiliating manner.

At this time, Raine Kane was absent as she had just finished work.

Juliana shouted "Get out," and immediately stepped back.

Marcus Sinclair moved swiftly, knowing she was unwilling, he quickly lunged forward to seize her.

Juliana dodged sideways, but her face was grazed by the rope loop he swung out, leaving an instant bloody streak.

"Someone come quickly, someone is threatening madam!"

Steward Fay stood at the door, shouting urgently.

Hearing the cries, the bodyguards rushed in, but Marcus had already tightened the rope around Juliana’s neck, firmly pressing the bleeding loop against her throat.

"Don’t move! Otherwise, I can’t guarantee Miss Jacobs’ safety!"

He held Juliana hostage, retreating step by step towards the door.

The bodyguards, wary of causing harm, could only watch helplessly as he dragged her out the door and shoved her into the car waiting outside, speeding away into the distance.

Steward Fay shouted furiously, "Where are the snipers? Are you really men, letting him take her away like this?"

The lead bodyguard stepped forward, nodding to him, "According to the rules, we can deal with unidentified intruders on the spot. But it’s someone from the Sinclairs... sir always regards the Sinclair family as close kin. If we had fired, I’m afraid it would be hard to justify afterward. Besides, here in Kingsford, if a life were taken at the master’s estate, it might push him into the spotlight."

Unable to refute his words, Steward Fay immediately called Elias Langley.

Juliana was dragged into the hospital by Marcus in an extremely humiliating manner, and finally, she was harshly thrown onto the cold, hard tiles at the entrance of the ward.

Her hands were bound, her hair a mess, and the wound on her cheek was starkly visible against her pale skin.

"Who told you to treat her like this? Let her go!"

Sebastian Sinclair came out of the ward in a wheelchair and turned pale at the sight of his biological daughter in such a state, his gaze as if he wanted to strangle Marcus.

"I told Marcus to bring her here!"

Mrs. Sinclair followed closely behind from the ward, standing firm.

"She beat Florence to the point of uterine bleeding, she’s still unconscious. I invited her here to ask a question, what’s wrong with that?"

Sebastian was also angry.

"Florence cries on the phone saying Juliana hit her, and you just believe it? If she says she can give you a grandchild on the spot, are you going to prepare a shrine now to announce it to the ancestors?"

Her husband had never spoken to her in such a tone, and Mrs. Sinclair was also angry.

Just as she was about to question him about favoring Juliana, Elias Langley walked in with decisive strides.

Juliana saw the man’s serious face and thought he was there to reprimand her too, so she immediately looked away.

Seeing an ally, Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes lit up instantly.

"Elias, you came just in time, she..."

But as Elias approached, he didn’t spare her a glance, instead grabbing Marcus by the collar, pulling him over, and landing a few punches.

Each punch hit with a bang!

Marcus’s jaw was immediately dislocated, leaving him unable to speak.

Elias, still unsatisfied, clutched Marcus’s throat, pressing him against the railing.

Half of Marcus’s body was already hanging in the air.

Mrs. Sinclair had never seen such a violent Elias, and she was instantly stunned.

It wasn’t until she saw he was about to throw Marcus off the building that she snapped back to reality and hurriedly stepped forward to grab his arm.

"Elias, why trouble a servant? Let him go!"

During the brutal beating of Marcus by Elias, Raine quietly stepped forward, untied the ropes on Juliana, and helped her to a chair.

Sebastian, looking at her face, was heartbroken beyond measure.

Elias looked at Mrs. Sinclair with a cold gaze.

"Give me a reason to let him live."

"Juliana beat Florence to the point of uterine bleeding. If she doesn’t recover properly, she might not be able to have children in the future! She suffered such a huge grievance, and I just gave Juliana a little reprimand, what’s wrong with that!"

"A little reprimand?" Elias sneered, "Where’s the evidence?"

At this moment, a weak cry from Florence came from the ward, "Mom... I’m in so much pain..."

Mrs. Sinclair rushed back into the ward, "Florence, you’re finally awake!"

Mother and daughter held each other, crying bitterly.

"Mom, I told you, it has nothing to do with Miss Jacobs, don’t make things difficult for her... It will make things hard for Elias." Florence, with tear-filled eyes, pleaded.

Mrs. Sinclair, feeling distressed, wiped her tears, "But I can’t stand by and watch you suffer this grievance! If you do something wrong, you should be punished. I haven’t called the police because of Elias, but she must apologize to you!"

"No, Mom... I just want peace and harmony in the Sinclair family. Don’t stir up trouble because of me. After all... I’m just an adopted daughter...," she said, bursting into tears.

This scene, anyone who saw it would be moved.

However, Elias roughly threw Marcus back onto the corridor, speaking expressionlessly to the inside, "Since you’re awake, produce evidence of who hit you."

Florence didn’t expect that her sincere performance would still have him pressing step by step for evidence.

"I was called away unguarded; where would I have the chance to gather evidence? Isn’t there surveillance in the mall?"

Hearing this, Elias’s face turned stern.

Mrs. Sinclair immediately sneered, "Are you afraid I’ll check the surveillance? Someone deleted the entire mall’s surveillance during that period. But if you don’t want others to know, you shouldn’t do it."

Florence grabbed Mrs. Sinclair’s arm, "Mrs. Paxton was also present at the time, but please don’t ask her, just let this matter go, I beg you."

Reminded by her, Mrs. Sinclair immediately took out her phone.

"Is it Sean Paxton’s wife? I have her contact info."

Juliana sat on the corridor chair, chuckling softly, speaking to Raine, "I want some hot water, and also get a doctor to see if my face can be saved."

Mrs. Sinclair thought she was finding an excuse to escape and quickly ran out to block her, saying, "You’ll have the evidence soon, don’t find excuses to escape."

As she spoke, the phone connected.

Inside came Mrs. Paxton’s voice, "Who is it?"

"Hello, Mrs. Paxton, I’m Sebastian Sinclair’s wife."

Mrs. Paxton paused for two seconds on the phone, then said, "Mrs. Sinclair, do you need something from me?"

"Yes, this noon my daughter was beaten to the point of uterine bleeding. She said you were present at the time, and I’d like you to be my eyewitness."

"Mrs. Sinclair," Mrs. Paxton’s voice was somewhat deep, "I have no idea what tricks your daughter is up to. But today, I was dining with Elias’s wife at Quillmere, and I didn’t see your daughter."

Having said that, she hung up the phone.

Mrs. Sinclair had the phone on speaker, so Mrs. Paxton’s voice not only echoed clearly through the corridor but was also clearly heard in the ward.

Florence never expected Mrs. Paxton to flatly deny it.

Didn’t that woman know she and Sean Paxton were on the same side?

Juliana’s hand holding the cup subtly tightened.

Raine spoke indifferently, "This is strange. We were dining at Quillmere at noon, and the ambulance records show that Second Miss Sinclair was picked up from the western restaurant across. With the two places separated by the central courtyard, Miss Sinclair was able to purposefully and accurately hurl this basin of dirty water over; one wonders what her true intent was?"

Mrs. Sinclair found it hard to believe that Florence would deceive her, yet she couldn’t immediately refute Raine’s words.

Sebastian immediately rebuked, "Florence Sinclair, is this what the Sinclair family teaches, to lie? Is our family lacking in food or clothing that you resort to such base means to plot against good people!"

"No, no," Florence hurriedly explained from the sickbed, "Dad, I... I might have been confused when I was beaten, maybe I remembered wrong, maybe... I fell myself..."

After speaking, she covered her head with the blanket.

"Remembered wrong?" Elias’s voice was frighteningly cold, "Just a light ’remembered wrong,’ and your mother sends someone to my house, disfigures my wife; today this matter must have an explanation that satisfies my wife."

In all these years, Elias hadn’t spoken so harshly to the Sinclairs.

Mrs. Sinclair was pondering how to mediate when Juliana, after taking a sip of water, unexpectedly felt like throwing up and gagged.

"You..." Mrs. Sinclair looked at her face full of fatigue, "Could it be that you’re pregnant?"