Chapter 103

She’d seen Vivian getting harassed by that man and was scared out of her mind. But when she saw Vivian cornered with a water pipe, she still grabbed the wine bottle, mustered up her courage, and charged over to smash it on the guy.

Even now, her heart was still pounding, and she couldn’t shake off the fear.

‘Did I kill that guy? Am I going to end up in jail for this?’ The thought made her anxious.

Vivian hadn’t even bothered to thank her. Instead, she just had to bring up Jocelyn and throw it in her face.

She knew Vivian had always resented her, all because she was close to Jocelyn–maybe even a little too close for Vivian’s liking.

She risked everything to save Vivian, and all she got in return was attitude.

“Does it hurt?” Sienna asked softly.

Amber pouted and complained that it hurt, but right after saying it, she realized how childish and dramatic she was being—crying over something so trivial.

But that damn bottle was just the worst!

The person who tossed that empty bottle in the first place was annoying. They had no decency!

“Let’s go home. I’ll put some medicine on it for you. Lana, bring Vivian back,” Sienna said.

“Understood, Miss Enna.” Lana nodded.

Lana strode over. On the way, she spotted a little boy who had just tossed an empty water bottle on the ground. She paused for a second, then walked over, picked up the bottle, and threw it into the trash can.

The little boy stared at her. The next second, he got a few quick spanks on his butt from his mom.

“Who told you to throw your empty water bottle at this big sis? Didn’t I tell you to put it in the trash can?” his mom scolded.

“How many times do I have to say it? You never listen! No meat for you tonight!”

The little boy started crying as his mom dragged him away. His protests were no match for his mom’s stern scolding.

As soon as Claire got into the car, she could feel the heavy tension in the air. Miles was sitting there stiffly, looking all serious and proper.

“Miles,” Claire said with playful surprise, “I’m honored you’d take time out of your busy schedule to pick little old me up.”

Miles glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and replied in his usual flat tone, “Yes.”

Claire rolled her eyes and thought to herself. ‘Miles is the most boring, uptight guy in the world. No wonder he’s still single in his thirties.

Did Mom drop him on his head when he was born or something? That would explain a lot.

She popped a piece of candy into her mouth, and her complaints finally died down.

Suddenly, with a hopeful look, she offered the candy to Miles. “Miles, can you—”

Miles just glanced at it and said flatly, “I don’t eat candy. You have it.”

Claire shoved the candy into his hand. “I’m not sharing! I just want you to look at it. I want the exact same one—go buy it for me.”

Miles was speechless for a moment, then picked up the candy and looked at it carefully. “This is a custom-made one. It’s probably from Frandell. Where did you get it?”

Claire hadn’t realized the gift Amber gave her was so precious. She quickly snatched it back.

“A friend gave it to me. I think it’s tasty. Miles, can you buy me some?” she asked.

Miles replied, “Sure, I’ll have my assistant take care of it later.”

After that, he leaned back and pretended to take a nap. Out of nowhere, Claire blurted out, “Miles, why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Miles’s temples throbbed, and he snapped, “Kids shouldn’t pry into adult matters. Go read a book or something.”

Claire stuck out her tongue. ‘Old bachelor,’ she thought.

Linda never imagined Noah would end up like this—beaten so badly he landed in jail. When she heard that his manhood had actually been cut off, she was scared out of her wits.

When Jocelyn heard the news, she lowered her eyes. She was the one who had hinted to Noah to go after Vivian.

‘Was it Vivian who did this? Or maybe Sienna?’ she wondered.

“Heavens! Who the hell did this to him? Damn it, we have to get justice for Noah!” Someone cried out.

Jocelyn quickly stepped forward. “Everyone, my uncle suffered all this for us. He must have been trying to stand up for me and my mom, to fight for us, and that’s why he ended up like this.”

“Jocelyn, what do you mean by that? Are you saying you actually know who did this to Noah?”