Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 636_1

Glancing inadvertently at the public trash bin by the roadside, Silvia Baxter suddenly remembered the first time she had handed flowers to Julia. Julia had no reaction at all then, but she only sneezed the second time Silvia offered them. Silvia chuckled to herself. Julia was clearly lying. She doesn't have a pollen allergy at all.

"I fell for your trick," Silvia muttered, her smile deepening. An intelligent woman... she liked that even more.

Pressing down on the accelerator, she turned the car around and drove away. Time was on her side; she had plenty of it to get closer to Julia.

「At the Police Station.」

It was past closing time, but Benjamin Robinson was still in his office. James Horne sat opposite Benjamin, now clear-headed. Not far away, a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face sat. His emotions were running high, and he kept saying, "He hit me, I'm going to sue him, sue him!" Next to the middle-aged man, two police officers were trying to calm him down.

Benjamin kept his gaze on James Horne. James didn't return it, instead casting his eyes down, deep in thought, pondering something. The Police Station was a serious place, plastered with legal slogans. Most people would feel uneasy entering, but James seemed indifferent.

"James, although we're not close friends, I know you to be a composed person. Why would you… If he insists on suing you and you're convicted in the Courtroom, it would be considered intentional assault, which could mean jail time," Benjamin said, his stern face showing faint concern. He couldn't help but feel some concern for his friend's younger brother.

James turned his head towards the middle-aged man. The man was still ranting about suing but hadn't taken any actual steps. James's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Let him sue. I only threw a few punches and gave him a bit of a nosebleed. I'd like to see how many years in prison he thinks he can get me for that." Considering the force of his punches and the extent of the man's injuries, even if it went to the Courtroom, he'd most likely just be fined for some medical expenses. Besides, the other party was also at fault. He had provoked him and even thrown the first punch.

The middle-aged man, Mr. Old Seven, had been arranged by Silvia Baxter. He was shouting about suing James Horne and had received a call from Silvia Baxter telling him to do so. However, he didn't dare follow through. He knew he was also at fault, and James Horne hadn't injured him severely; a charge of intentional injury seemed unlikely to hold up.

"James, look at you. What kind of attitude is this?" Benjamin said, a hint of a headache in his voice. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"KNOCK KNOCK." At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Following Benjamin's "Come in," the door was pushed open, and Glades Horne strode in.

"Glades, you're here."

Upon seeing Glades, Benjamin immediately stood up from behind his desk and walked around to greet him. Glades first glanced at James, who didn't meet his gaze. Then he looked at Mr. Old Seven, who immediately stopped shouting when he met Glades's chilling stare. Withdrawing his gaze, Glades looked at his good friend and asked coolly, "What happened?"

Benjamin recounted the incident to him. Depressed over his mother's situation, James had gone to the Blue Moon Pub for drinks. While somewhat intoxicated, Mr. Old Seven began speaking of Pheobe Rogers; her story was known across T City due to media coverage. Mr. Old Seven called Pheobe a slut and other derogatory terms, suggesting she deserved it. Listening to this, James's temper flared. He flipped over Mr. Old Seven's table. When Mr. Old Seven swung at him, a fight broke out. Fueled by rage, James gained the upper hand, leaving Mr. Old Seven with a bruised and swollen face. This minor incident had somehow been escalated and brought to Benjamin's attention, seemingly deliberately.

"How are you handling this?" After hearing the details, Glades's expression hardened slightly. He looked intently at Benjamin and asked.

"Both parties are at fault. I tried to mediate privately, suggesting that James pay some compensation, but he refuses to pay, and the other party wants to sue," Benjamin said, somewhat helplessly. This was a simple fight that could have been resolved by mediation without filing a case. But both parties were adamant and seemed intent on blowing things out of proportion.

Glades said nothing.

He walked over to Mr. Old Seven.

Mr. Old Seven saw him approach and initially remained seated. Feeling oppressed, he stood up, intending to confront Glades with a tough stance. But the moment he looked up, Glades's imposing figure seemed to bear down on him with the weight of a mountain. His icy eyes, like those of a wolf, sparked fear. Involuntarily, Mr. Old Seven's courage wavered, and all semblance of defiance vanished.

Glades took out his phone, dialed a number, and issued a few low commands. A few minutes later, one of his Bodyguards entered carrying a black wallet—it was the Bodyguard's own.

Glades took the wallet, pulled out a thousand yuan, and handed it to Mr. Old Seven with a cold expression. "One thousand yuan for your medical expenses. That's generous." For such minor injuries, a bit of ointment and something to reduce the swelling would only cost a few hundred yuan. Paying a thousand on James's behalf is more than generous.

"Brother!" James stood up and called out softly.

"Shut your mouth!" Glades snapped, glaring sharply at him.

James froze. His brother had never snapped at him like this before.

"A thousand yuan? Do you think I'm a beggar? Look at my face, all swollen! I've bled quite a bit from my nose, at least a bowl full of blood! If you want to settle this, you have to pay me at least a hundred thousand yuan. That amount of money is nothing to the Horne family, right? Otherwise, I'll see you in the Courtroom! I'm going to sue until he's finished!" Mr. Old Seven tilted his head, refusing the thousand yuan.

Glades eyed him coldly, a frigid smile curling at the edges of his lips. A thousand is too little? He's trying to extort us! Is the Horne family's money so easily taken?

"Benjamin, bring a bowl here," Glades said, his voice sinisterly cold.