Chapter 921
Chapter 921:
Janey Bowen’s sharp voice cut through the air as she stepped closer, her gaze landing on Yelena with evident displeasure.
Yet, just as quickly, her expression faltered. There was something naggingly familiar about the young woman before her. She had the distinct feeling they had crossed paths before, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
One thing, however, was certain—Yelena’s beauty was unforgettable.
If they had met, Janey would have remembered.
“Addie, are you alright?” Janey asked, concern lacing her tone. Addie bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as if the weight of her sorrow was too much to bear.
Her voice trembled. “Mrs. Bowen, she’s John’s friend. I saw her at the airport last time. I thought she might know where he is, so I asked her. But I never expected p>
Addie was cunning—just a few carefully chosen words were enough to establish Yelena’s connection to John in Janey’s mind.
Janey’s expression darkened as realization dawned. This was the same woman who had ridden in John’s car—the very reason John had left Addie stranded. Her temper ignited.
“So you’re the one who has bewitched my son so thoroughly that he ran off during the holidays to avoid his own family? What spell did you cast on him? And yet you still have the audacity to show your face here? Shameless p>
As she spoke, Janey’s hand shot up, poised to slap Yelena.
But Yelena had already pieced things together—this was John’s mother. Under normal circumstances, she would have shown deference. But Janey was jumping to conclusions, doling out blame with reckless abandon.
And Yelena wasn’t in the habit of standing still and taking a hit for no reason.
With swift precision, she caught Janey’s wrist mid-air, her grip unyielding. “Maybe you should get your facts straight before throwing accusations,” Yelena said coolly. “Your son vanished during an important holiday? Perhaps instead of pointing fingers, you should take a hard look at yourselves. Ever consider that the problem isn’t out here, but right there in your own home p>
“Yelena, what’s going on?” A firm voice interrupted them.
Callum and Donna had noticed the confrontation from afar and wasted no time approaching.
Janey’s anger simmered, but she was someone who valued her image, especially in public. She rarely allowed her emotions to dictate her words.
When she recognized the approaching figures, she hesitated for a split second before pasting on a polite smile. “Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris—what a coincidence p>
Callum’s expression was unreadable, his voice carrying a weight of displeasure. “I’d very much like to know what my daughter has done to offend you p>
“Your daughter?” Janey echoed, the realization hitting her like a cold wave. It clicked. Yelena was Callum’s daughter.
Her entire demeanor shifted in an instant.
So John hadn’t been lying. He truly was doing Austin a favor and driving his fiancée home from the airport the other day.
Because everyone knew Callum’s daughter was engaged to Austin!
John had said as much before, but Janey knew her son—reckless, impulsive, always finding ways to wriggle out of situations he didn’t like. Naturally, she had assumed it was just another excuse to avoid Addie. Besides, Addie had been so adamant—so certain—that Yelena was a scheming woman who had ensnared John. And Janey had believed her without question.
Now, faced with the truth, she had no choice but to pivot. “This is all just a misunderstanding,” Janey said, forcing a gracious smile, as if the past few minutes had never happened.