Chapter 347 Do You Dare to Say It
Patrick and Tiffany were both at home at the moment.
Patrick was sitting on the couch, scrolling through the news on his phone, his expression darkened with displeasure.
The rumors about Edward and Jessica, although he had hired a top PR team to handle it, had not ceased online.
As the CEO of the Wellington Group, Edward's continued silence and lack of clarification only fueled more speculation, severely damaging his image.
Tiffany was sitting at the vanity, taking care of her meticulously maintained long hair.
Back then, to get close to Patrick, she had willingly offered her body. During their lovemaking, Patrick was most enamored with her beautiful hair.
"Patrick, come here," Tiffany turned around and beckoned Patrick with her finger.
"What is it?" Patrick's eyes didn't leave his phone.
"Come on, Patrick, touch my hair. For you, I've been taking care of it meticulously for thirty years."
Tiffany's voice was sticky sweet, her eyes seductive, "Come and feel it, is it still the same as before?"
"Tiffany."
Patrick paused, a question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time, "Was Joyce's matter related to you?" ultimately remained unspoken.
Instead, he changed the subject, "Last time, in front of Dad and me, Eric confessed to Molly."
"What? When did this happen?" Tiffany stood up abruptly, her expression uncontrollably delighted.
"A while ago, when Edward was in the hospital. He brought Molly to visit Edward."
"That's great news!" Tiffany clapped her hands in joy, "What was Dad's reaction? Mr. Clark grew up under his watch, both families know each other well and have always had a good relationship. He must have agreed to this marriage, right?"
"Before, you were pushing hard for Debra and Eric to be together, never taking Molly's marriage seriously. Why are you so supportive now?" Patrick asked indifferently.
Tiffany's eyes shifted slightly, "Patrick, listen to yourself, as if I don't care about Molly. Molly came from my womb too, I love her just as much. It's just that Debra's personality doesn't match with Eric. If Eric likes Molly, I'm happy to make this good match happen. Although they are together, it's not public yet. There's still a way out."
Patrick's brows furrowed, "Once the relationship is public, it won't be easy to end it."
"Patrick, what do you mean by that? Don't you want Molly to marry into the Clark family?" Tiffany asked anxiously.
"When Sophia came over to discuss the marriage last time, she left empty-handed, not even seeing Edward. Didn't you see her expression when she left? She was full of resentment and anger. Eric is her only son, with this situation, how could she agree to this marriage?" Patrick pinched his brow in frustration.
Tiffany was momentarily stunned.
She remembered Sophia's flushed, furious face that day. It seemed Molly's path to a wealthy family was completely blocked.
No, not yet!
With Eric being the only one willing to accept Molly, she had to do everything in her power to get Molly married!
So, Tiffany sighed with a worried look, walked quietly behind Patrick, and started massaging his shoulders while speaking softly, "Patrick, I've noticed you've been in a bad mood these days, you must be worried about this matter, right? There's a way to solve everything perfectly."
Patrick asked, "What way?"
"Let Edward marry Ms. Clark, and everyone will be happy. If we accept Jessica, Sophia will accept Molly." Tiffany became more excited as she spoke, her eyes filled with cold greed.
"Can't you see who Edward likes? He only has Evelyn in his heart, no room for anyone else."
Patrick's brows furrowed even tighter, adding to his frustration, "It's been over twenty years, don't you know his temperament by now?"
"Edward likes Evelyn, but Evelyn has to like him back for it to matter."
Tiffany sneered, "When Edward divorced Ms. Taylor, he already broke her heart completely. Now he's entangled with Ms. Clark, do you think, with Evelyn's personality, she can still accept Edward? She'd rather die."
Patrick's expression was grave, and before he could speak, there was a knock on the door, followed by the butler's anxious voice.
"Mr. Wellington, Mrs. Wellington, the Clark family is here."
"Tell them I'm not here." Patrick pinched his brow, answering without a second thought.
"Mr. Wellington, Mr. Clark, the chairman of the Clark Group, is also here. Are you sure you don't want to go out and see him?"
Patrick's heart suddenly sank.
"Patrick, did you hear that?" Tiffany crossed her arms and lifted the corner of her lips, "As long as Edward and Ms. Clark's marriage isn't settled, our family won't have a peaceful day. Even Maurice is alarmed. If this continues, it won't end well."
Maurice sat in the center of the couch, hands folded on top of his cane, exuding such a powerful presence that the Wellington family didn't dare to make a sound.
"Mr. Clark, why didn't you let me know you were coming so I could properly welcome you?"
Patrick smiled as he and Tiffany walked over gracefully.
The living room was filled with people from the Clark Group, the atmosphere oppressive and hostile.
Patrick looked around calmly and said with a smile, "Mr. Clark, is this grand display because I didn't welcome you, and you're unhappy?"
"I am indeed not very happy, but you know very well why I'm unhappy, don't you?"
Maurice's voice was cold and intimidating, "The Wellington family has such a big ego. My daughter-in-law came in person, and the younger generation didn't even show their face. Do I have to come personally for Edward to give us the courtesy?"
Jessica was being held by Sophia, softly sobbing.
Just as Patrick was about to speak, Tiffany interjected, "Mr. Clark, you misunderstood. Edward isn't an impolite child; he just happened to be away that day. If he were here, how could he not see you?"
"I was asking Patrick, not you." Maurice didn't even glance at Tiffany, his disdain for her evident from head to toe.
Tiffany's face turned darkas she fell into silence.
Along with Byron, he was a legendary figure in New York. How could she dare to provoke Maurice?
Sophia secretly smirked, feeling quite pleased.
"Patrick, last time you said Edward wasn't here and brushed us off. This time, I'm here, and I won't leave until I see him."
Maurice beckoned Jessica over, and she cried as she moved to his side, throwing herself into his arms, "Edward bullied Jessica like this, is he hiding to avoid responsibility?"
"These days, no one should understand better than Miss Clark herself why I haven't come forward to explain."
A cold, magnetic voice, calm yet icy, echoed.
Everyone was stunned and looked up.
On the spiral staircase, Edward had his left hand in his pocket, his custom gray suit accentuating his proud and handsome figure. He descended step by step, composed and elegant.
Jessica looked at Edward, her mouth half-open, forgetting to cry.
"Edward, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that you bullied Jessica, and it's somehow her fault?" Maurice glared sharply, his voice cold.
Edward's thin lips lifted coldly, "You already understand, so why repeat it and embarrass Jessica?"
Everyone was puzzled.
What did that mean?
Was there more to that night?
Jessica's face turned pale instantly, hiding in Maurice's arms, biting her lip tightly, not daring to speak.
"You!"
Maurice, being old, almost couldn't catch his breath, his face turning red with anger!
"Edward! What nonsense are you talking about?" Patrick quickly scolded in a low voice, but he was also puzzled.
Edward smiled again, his eyes beautiful yet particularly intimidating, "I'm just stating the facts."
Jessica shuddered, her heart almost jumping out of her mouth!
"Do you dare to say that everything that happened at the hotel last time, you were completely innocent and knew nothing about it? Do you dare to say that?"
Edward stared at her coldly, like a cop scrutinizing a heinous criminal!
"I, I." Jessica put on an innocent and pure look, "Edward, why are you saying this? Weren't you the one who asked me to meet at the hotel that night?"
Edward's eyes narrowed sharply!
He thought Jessica would argue, but he didn't expect her to lie so blatantly!
"We agreed to meet in room 2051. I arrived first, but you didn't show up after waiting for a long time, so I decided to take a shower and wait for you. I didn't expect that just as I finished showering, you arrived. Isn't that what happened that night?"
Jessica's long lashes were filled with tears, her eyes red and swollen, making everything she said seem true, "Edward, I don't know what happened in between that makes you unwilling to acknowledge that night, but no matter what you say, I won't blame you."
Jessica thought, 'Whatever I want, no matter how dirty the means, I will get it!'
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