Chapter 158 Kimberly Harris Is Not Wronged
My first reaction was a moment of confusion, then immediately, I found it laughable.
Vicious?
When Kimberly and Skylar kidnapped me and injured me from head to toe, I didn't see them reflect on their actions.
Now, just because I had Noah replicate my injuries onto Kimberly, it's considered vicious.
Are the children of wealthy families more precious, while ordinary people are inherently lowly?
"You speak up, are you feeling guilty? Fine, since you hurt my daughter, don't blame me for doing something to hurt you!" Skylar was still shouting furiously on the other end of the phone.
The phone was connected to the car's Bluetooth, so Jerry could hear everything clearly.
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Jerry beat me to it: "Auntie, you're wronging Ms. Royston. I was at her company all afternoon to hitch a ride, and I didn't see her interacting with any shady people."
With a casual attitude, he effortlessly distanced me from the incident.
"Jerry?"
Skylar hesitated, suppressing her anger, "Even if she did it, she wouldn't have to meet anyone in person to do it. Don't be fooled by her simple and kind facade!"
"So you're certain it's her?"
"She's the only one in Jacquar with a motive!" Skylar insisted.
Jerry chuckled, "Why do you say that?"
Skylar, still enraged, began to curse, "Kimberly kidnapped her not long ago, bullied her terribly, and forced Christopher Valence to divorce her. You think she wouldn't hold a grudge?"
"In that case."
Jerry nodded slightly, smiling, "Then if it really was her, Kimberly Harris deserved it."
"Jerry!"
Skylar realized she had said too much and snapped, "How can you side with an outsider instead of your own? Your parents told you to take good care of Kimberly when you came to Jacquar."
"Just a polite remark, and you took it seriously?"
Jerry replied indifferently.
Skylar, knowing she couldn't out-argue Jerry, grew more furious and directed her anger at me, "Hope Royston, don't do such vicious things and then play dumb! Speak up!"
I responded calmly, "What do you want me to say?"
"Was it you who did it today?"
I glanced at the traffic light, "Even if I said it wasn't, you wouldn't believe me, right?"
"Of course not! Who else would have it out for our Kimberly!" Skylar gritted her teeth in hatred, as if she wanted to rush over and avenge Kimberly right then.
I replied coldly, "Then let's say it was me."
If there were any chance to deny it, I would have denied it no matter what.
I don't have the same backing as Kimberly, who wouldn't even flinch at committing murder.
For me, the fewer troubles, the better.
Skylar was taken aback, suspiciously asking, "Was it really you?"
Before I could answer, Jerry spoke up, "Auntie, do you think she knows anyone who would dare to go against the Harris family?"
"That makes sense too!"
Skylar, a firm believer in the law of the jungle, found Jerry's words quite agreeable.
Someone like me wouldn't have the guts to bully Kimberly.
Skylar paused, then coldly warned, "Hope Royston, you better stay honest. If you dare harm even a hair on Kimberly's head, I'll make your life a living hell!"
With that, she hung up the phone.
I glanced at Jerry, a question mark forming on my face, "Why didn't you stop Noah Gomez and even helped me deceive the Harris family?"
Did Jerry have a grudge against Kimberly?
Jerry, with a lazy expression, replied nonchalantly, "Don't flatter yourself. I just wanted to deal with her as well."
I responded cheerfully, "Alright, then today's incident is on you."
Being able to get revenge on Kimberly while keeping myself out of it—why not?
Jerry shot me a sideways glance, chuckling, "Hope Royston, you're quite the opportunist, aren't you?"
"Not too bad!"
I smiled, "But when did you find out about this?"
Jerry looked at me like I was an idiot, "Do you think Noah Gomez would act without informing me first?"
I frowned, thinking it over, and understood, "I get it."
Noah would definitely inform Jerry about this.
If Jerry agreed, Noah would be doing Jerry a favor since I had approached Noah using Jerry's influence. If anything happened, Jerry would cover for Noah.
If Jerry objected, Noah would save himself the trouble and avoid the risk of retaliation from the Harris family.
Either way, Noah wouldn't lose out.
Back at Jacquar One, we parted ways after exiting the elevator, each heading to our own home.
I had just collapsed onto the sofa when the doorbell rang.
Could it be someone not wanting to take responsibility?
I lazily walked to the door, casually opening it, "Mr. Hammer, are you having second thoughts and don't want to take responsibility..."
But it was Cecil standing outside.
Cecil, with a warm smile, paused slightly upon hearing me mention Jerry, then gently said, "Hope, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"Not yet."
I shook my head with a smile, "Senior, why are you here?"
"I got off work early today and bought you something to eat."
Cecil lifted a thermal bag, "Something you'll like."
Seeing the logo on the bag, I was surprised, "Isn't this fish restaurant on the north side of Jacquar? With the evening traffic and the wait..."
This place was an old favorite in Jacquar. We used to go there during college.
Back then, we were full of energy and willing to travel far for good food.
Cecil smiled, "If it makes you happy, it's worth the trip."
"Thank you, Senior!"
I hesitated for a moment, then took the thermal bag from Cecil, smiling, "You haven't eaten either, right? Join me?"
As I spoke, I bent down to get a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.
"It would be impolite to refuse."
Cecil stepped in, his face lighting up with joy.
It seemed like having a meal with me was a source of great happiness for him.
However, this deep and sincere affection, I feared I couldn't reciprocate.
Cecil changed his shoes and walked over to help me unpack the food from the thermal bag.
The aroma was mouth-watering.
I took a bite of the fish, my appetite instantly piqued, and praised, "The taste hasn't changed a bit!"
"I knew you'd like it."
Cecil sighed in relief, his smile reaching his eyes, "If you like it, I can buy it often."
"No need, this place is too far."
I declined politely while picking up a shrimp, "With the traffic and waiting time, it takes three to four hours. It's not necessary."
Cecil's eyes sparkled, "If you like it, it's worth it."
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