Chapter 390 Taking It Out On Him
Mia wasn't pushing me; she was just trying to make me face the truth.
Her words totally killed my good mood, and now I felt awful.
I dragged myself back to the living room and flopped onto the sofa, completely wiped out. My spirits, which had lifted a bit thanks to Professor Evans' plan, took a nosedive again.
Mia had hit the nail on the head with what I was most afraid of.
I trusted Brad's love for me; he'd never hurt me on purpose. But Jenny? She was a whole different story. Her only mission was to snag Brad and keep him forever. Even though she knew Brad didn't like her, she'd still do whatever it took to get him. That was her scary obsession.
For years, Brad had always turned Jenny down without any sugarcoating. Growing up in a messed-up family, Jenny probably had a twisted mind. Could she really not hold a grudge against Brad?
And what about that time I passed a message to Jenny and then ended up with the guy she liked? Didn't she hate me for that?
I'd thought about it before. Compared to Brad, Jenny probably hated me more because I took the guy she was into.
If Jenny hated us, she'd definitely want revenge. How could she hit us where it hurt the most?
It's actually pretty simple. If Jenny found a way to get Brad to sleep with her, my relationship with Brad would be toast.
If her endgame was to sleep with Brad and wreck my relationship with him, even if she didn't get his love and he ended up hating her more, she'd still have achieved her goal. In the end, none of us would be happy.
"What's up? Feeling worried now?" Mia asked, sitting next to me and leaving Yancy alone in the kitchen.
Ever since Mia showed up, Yancy had gone from future head of the Bailey family to a top-notch home cook. Wherever he went, he cooked. And he seemed pretty into it.
I glanced over at Yancy. He always had a smile on his face. When he looked back at Mia, his eyes got even softer.
When Brad cooked, he looked at me the same way. I figured Yancy's feelings for Mia were just like Brad's for me.
Brad loved me so much; I couldn't let him get hurt. No way.
I said, "Professor Evans has already started working on it. We need to wait three more days. In three days, we'll have a preliminary conclusion."
Mia couldn't believe it. "Wait? Once some things happen, they can't be undone. Jane, are you nuts? How can you just wait?"
I replied, "I know, but Brad's not helpless. He'll figure out a way to protect himself."
Mia shot back, "Sure, under normal circumstances, Brad can handle himself. But what about special circumstances? Can you guarantee he'll hold up?"
I started to feel anxious. What special circumstances? Drunkenness? Drugging? Hypnosis?
"I believe Brad will hold on. As long as he's alive, he'll protect himself," I said, trying to reassure both of us.
Mia, clearly frustrated, kicked my leg. "You're so sure, but why?"
"Because of Brad's love for me," I answered.
Mia scoffed, "Really! Jane, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've turned into this? This isn't confidence; it's weakness."
She was right. I was weak, but what else could I do? I could use the tracker to find Brad, but if I couldn't, then what?
Even if I found him, Jenny would definitely twist my actions, accusing me of disrupting cooperation, stealing trade secrets, or even colluding with Brad. What would we do then?
My mind was a mess.
At some point, Yancy came in, wearing the new apron I bought, and sat next to Mia, looking very obedient.
Mia snapped, "Why aren't you cooking? What are you doing here? Aren't you the heir to the Bailey family? Are you less capable than Jenny? At such a critical moment, you can't even say something useful."
Mia was really worried about me, so much so that she took it out on poor Yancy.
I said, "Mia, don't do this. The whole situation involves Jenny, Brad, the school, and me. Don't drag Yancy into it. It's not out of control yet. Professor Evans suggests we stay calm and wait."
Mia was so mad at my words that she kicked me again.
I rubbed my unlucky leg. I was a victim too. Why couldn't Mia be a little more understanding and kick me a little less?
Mia and I stared at each other for a while, then we silently gave up on communicating.
At 7:30 PM, Amelia came back. Just as the food was ready, we sat down to have dinner together.
We enjoyed the delicious meal while chatting, mainly about me and Brad.
Amelia, now a trainee police officer, had a deeper understanding of citizens' rights and duties. Her view was the same as Professor Evans'; we needed to find out the truth first and then discuss the next steps.
While serving Mia a second bowl of soup, Yancy solemnly told me, "Jane, if needed, I can investigate in my own way. Whenever you need me, I'll act promptly."
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