Chapter 243
Chapter 243:
At last, the others managed to separate them. Still fuming, Danica caught her breath and shouted, “Let me go! People like her deserve to be taught a lesson. I won’t let her get away with it!” Seeing how determined she was, the others hurriedly escorted Jemma out of the room.
Danica kept yelling after her. “If you think you’re so tough, don’t run away, you coward! If I ever see you again, I’ll beat you every single time p>
No one else dared to speak.
Eventually, Danica calmed down. Turning around, she spotted Kristine standing quietly at the edge of the crowd. Mistaking her silence for fear, Danica offered reassurance. “Don’t worry, Kristine. I’ve got your back. Nobody here will lay a finger on you while I’m around p>
𝗠oѕ𝗍 𝗋еа𝘥 t𝘩𝘪𝘀 𝘸𝗲𝗲𝗄 оո ѕ.с𝘰m
Kristine found it hard to put her feelings into words. Life had taught her to guard her heart, and trust didn’t come easily anymore.
Soon, the manager brought in a group of escorts, and the atmosphere in the private room turned boisterous once again. Feeling heavy-hearted, Kristine excused herself and stepped out for some air, finding a quiet corner near the restrooms.
She took out her phone and typed a message to Asher. “The watch is fixed, and I’ve come back. Would you mind telling me who it belongs to? I would like to thank them in person p>
There was no reply for a long while.
Kristine tucked her phone back into her bag and headed toward the restroom. Just as she reached the sink, the door swung open behind her. She glanced at the mirror, a flicker of surprise crossing her features as she saw who had entered.
In the mirror, Jemma moved closer to Kristine, clutching a stick in her hand.
Kristine lowered her head and calmly rinsed her hands. “You really think you can kill me with that p>
The stick slipped from Jemma’s grip, hitting the floor with a clatter as surprise took hold of her. A moment later, her attention snapped to the wide mirror hanging above the sink.
After shaking the water from her hands, Kristine turned around and spotted Jemma’s tangled hair. With a faint smile, she remarked, “Danica must have shown you some mercy today p>
Jemma’s eyes filled with dread. She stuttered, “What is it you want? If you so much as touch me, I swear I’ll have Mom cut you off for good p>
A laugh escaped Kristine.
Ever since her father left, nothing had frightened her more than the idea of Monica abandoning her — it would mean facing the world entirely alone. Each time Jemma dangled that threat, she would surrender, letting her sister take whatever she asked for, even the things that mattered most. Now that she was older, however, that threat had lost its power.
Jemma scowled. “What’s so funny p>
Watching Kristine stand firm despite the threat, Jemma’s nerves frayed. A wave of shock washed over her at how much Kristine had changed since returning — before, pieces of the old Kristine had remained, but now her eyes held only icy emptiness, as if all warmth had drained away. The real fear, though, came from imagining Kristine lashing out the way Danica had.
As Kristine stepped closer, panic surged through Jemma. She shielded her head and shouted, “Stay back, you murderer p>