Chapter 241: Two-faced
After we got back home, we spent like an hour getting Mia all comfy in the guest room. Maybe 'cause the place felt familiar, she knocked out pretty quick after hitting the bed.
Luna darted to the kitchen to whip up some nourishing soup for her, while Yancy and I just sat on the couch, not saying a word.
Thinking about Mia lying there on the ground freaked me out. At first, I just teared up quietly, but soon I was bawling my eyes out.
It wasn't for any other reason; my heart just broke for Mia. Such a sweet girl, totally wrecked by that jerk Benjamin. And that baby who never got to born—she should've been loved, but 'cause she didn't have a decent dad, she had to leave her mother.
I also blamed myself for being clueless, for not realizing Mia was pregnant, and for not taking better care of her.
If we hadn't saved her in time, Mia might've been gone.
"Yancy, Mia's a good girl; she's just been through hell."
What I really wanted to tell Yancy was that even though Mia had been with Benjamin and lost a baby because of him, she was still pure. She just gave her heart to the wrong guy. If he could accept her as she was, then treat her right. If he couldn't, then leave her alone. If she fell for him and got hurt again, it would be devastating.
The Bailey family was way more powerful than the Davis family. For people like them, dealing with Mia would be a piece of cake. I was so scared that if it happened again, Mia wouldn't want to live anymore.
Yancy looked at me dead serious, his eyes full of sincerity. "Jane, Benjamin made promises to her too, but he broke them. I don't want to make empty promises. I just want to say, you can trust me with her. If one day I mess up, you don't need to do anything; I'll end it myself and pay with my life. Rest assured, I will avenge her pain and suffering. Mia's hardships won't be for nothing; I won't let it happen."
Repay with his life? Yancy's words were heavy, but they hit hard.
If that was really the case, Mia would be happy in the future.
The thought of someone giving Mia deep love, pulling her out of the abyss, and giving her a beautiful future moved me deeply, and I couldn't stop my tears from flowing.
Just as I was crying like a fool, the door opened.
Brad, looking all travel-worn, held the house key in his hand and cast an urgent yet gentle gaze at me, staring at me with deep affection and concern.
Brad was back!
It was Saturday, and he didn't go sightseeing; he came back to be with me.
The Brad I longed for day and night. The Brad who couldn't bear to see me cry or be sad. He came back!
"Why are you crying so hard again? What happened? Tell me." Brad put the key back in his pocket and rushed into the room without even changing his shoes. He crouched before me, holding my hands on my knees, and wiping my tears with his rough thumb, his voice low and hoarse from the journey.
I felt an inexplicable sense of emotion.
Smelling his scent, I calmed down but couldn't help crying even harder.
Clearly, I was moved, but why did I feel more and more wronged and want to cry louder?
It was the first time Brad had seen me weep so deeply. Unable to console me, he sighed, feeling both heartbroken and helpless, and held me in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear until I finally stopped crying.
It had been over an hour by the time Brad wiped my face with a towel, and the door was still half-open.
Realizing my sobbing might've been heard by the neighbors, my face turned beet red. I got up to close the door, only to find three people awkwardly standing outside, clearly not invited in.
Two dudes, one tall and one short, both in dark suits—one pushing a big suitcase, the other pushing a wheelchair. They looked super out of place.
Jenny, in a flowing white gown with a light blanket over her legs, had her long hair perfectly cascading down her back. The long trip hadn't done a thing to mess up her looks.
I hadn't seen her in years, but her face was just like I remembered.
Maybe 'cause of the recent accident, Jenny looked a bit thinner than back in school, making her features more defined, and her eyes seemed bigger and brighter. She sat there all quiet and elegant in the wheelchair. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled naturally and said, "Jane, long time no see."
Jenny's words made me feel all kinds of awkward.
After Brad turned her down in senior year, she vanished from school, and I had no clue where she went. If it weren't for this incident, I would've totally forgotten about her.
She was two years ahead of me. Even though I hadn't seen her in years, she looked almost the same, just thinner. Even her gentle, soft way of talking was exactly the same.
I didn't know if it was just me, but behind her familiar face, there was something off, something I couldn't figure out, and I didn't like it.
"Jenny, long time no see," I said, trying to be polite.
Brad paused for a sec, then remembered he had brought people back. He walked over, apologetically opened the door, and invited them in. "Sorry, my girlfriend had some issues. Please come in."
Our already tiny living room felt even more cramped with three more people and a wheelchair. Yancy, clearly annoyed, stretched out his long legs, trying to take up as much space as possible.
No matter how tall Yancy was, he still seemed a bit childish. Taking up space wouldn't change anything; Yancy's childishness was kinda cute.
"Miss Jenny, this is a temporary rental. It's not very spacious and can't accommodate so many people. Please bear with it for now. I'll find another place to settle you and your colleagues later," Brad said politely.
"It's okay, Brad. You don't have to go through so much trouble. You could've just put me in a hotel. Bringing me here only inconveniences others," Jenny said softly, discreetly checking out the place. Her eyes followed Brad, like she couldn't see anyone else, acting like she was only thinking of Brad.
Who were the "others"? What did she mean by that? Why did it sound so familiar?
My heart skipped a beat. Jenny's behavior was within my expectations, but I didn't expect her to launch an attack so subtly right off the bat. How desperate must she be!
Just from that sentence, I could tell she had ulterior motives for coming this time.
I thought I understood what lay behind her familiar face—she was two-faced.
Thanks to my learning and experience over the past two years, I could decipher the meaning behind Jenny's words.
After not seeing her for years, the once carefree Jenny who said, "There's always a place for me among friends," had grown into a high-level two-faced person, clearly more skilled than Zoe.
Zoe used to only play the weakling, but now Jenny, in front of me, Brad's true girlfriend, was declaring war while maintaining her elegance.
She probably wanted to provoke me into attacking first.
But the current me was not so easily bullied. Knowing her purpose, how could I let her succeed!
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