Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 304: Tonight, Juliana Jacobs Is Absolutely Not Allowed to Hit Her Again!

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Tonight, Juliana Jacobs Is Absolutely Not Allowed to Hit Her Again!

"Staying at the second son’s place will benefit your health, prolong life," Sebastian Sinclair said flatly, "At my place, I fear not."

Old Mr. Sinclair’s lips trembled.

"I don’t care! Just now you said you’re going to Aethelgard for dinner tonight? I’m the eldest here, so I must go. I want to see what tricks that woman will pull right under my nose!"

He looked almost justified, as if "being the oldest" was a universal pass.

Sebastian Sinclair looked at his act coldly, too lazy to even maintain pleasantries, turned his wheelchair, and went to his study.

In the evening, Sebastian Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair, accompanied by tag-along Old Mr. Sinclair, arrived at Aethelgard.

Florence Sinclair was at the door adjusting Auden Hughes’ tie.

Seeing them arrive, Florence immediately came forward to help Old Mr. Sinclair, while Auden Hughes quickly walked over to Sebastian Sinclair.

Once the driver pushed the wheelchair in, Auden Hughes carefully helped Sebastian into it, saying, "Uncle Sinclair, with your frail health, if conventional treatment yields little results, you could try the gene therapy we’re developing."

Sebastian Sinclair chuckled, "No worries, your aunt is treating me, I trust her."

Florence on the other side held onto the old man as they went inside, considerately saying, "Grandpa, the wind is strong tonight, are you cold? If you are, I’ll accompany you inside to wait for Elias and the others."

The old man exaggeratedly raised his voice, "Florence is thoughtful, arriving early and respecting her elders. Unlike some people, acting all high and mighty, making the whole family wait."

The implication was crystal clear.

Just then, Elias Langley’s car arrived.

They got out one after the other.

Florence’s eyes flashed a hint of smugness, yet her tone was gentle, "Grandpa, don’t say that, Elias and them were probably delayed by traffic."

But Juliana Jacobs interjected blandly, "There was no traffic, we timed it and arrived on time, what are we making you wait for?"

Florence was momentarily stumped by her words, faced with Juliana’s cool gaze, the phrase "hit every time upon meeting" echoed in her ear, and she shivered imperceptibly.

Tonight, Juliana mustn’t hit her again!

"Since everyone’s here, let’s go in."

Sebastian Sinclair spoke, and the group began heading towards the private room.

Florence was scheming to ensure Juliana couldn’t eat the meal and leave early, so she would have time alone with Elias.

Just then a waiter came from the side with soup, her eyes sparkled as she instantly thought of a plan.

This waitress holding the soup appeared inexperienced, even walking with her head down.

In fact, this was someone Sebastian Sinclair had arranged on purpose.

He didn’t want the old geezer to affect his daughter’s appetite, so the original plan was to have this student-kid bought for five hundred bucks to "accidentally" spill soup on the old man’s sleeves, creating a small incident to have him leave.

However, Florence saw the waitress about to pass the gap beside Old Mr. Sinclair, realizing this was a rare opportunity.

She immediately pretended to stumble slightly, softly uttering "Oh," her body slightly leaned toward Juliana.

She calculated precisely; this move would make Juliana instinctively retreat, thus bump into the waitress behind her, and the bowl of hot soup would spill toward the nearest person, Old Mr. Sinclair.

By then, the old man would be angry and have Juliana leave, and no one present would speak for her.

But Juliana not only didn’t retreat, but instead, as Florence approached, she lightly stepped sideways half a step, and her wrist discreetly lifted, gently using the edge of her handbag to push against Florence’s elbow where she exerted force.

The move was subtle enough that apart from Elias Langley beside her, almost no one noticed.

Yet Florence thus changed direction, involuntarily lunging forward and crashing right into the waitress’s arm!

The clear-eyed student almost thought the task wouldn’t be completed, yet suddenly, just like a breeze of spring arrived.

Since there was a scapegoat, he decisively exclaimed "Oh" heavily, simply spilling the entire bowl of soup onto Old Mr. Sinclair.

Florence saw her plan going awry, immediately tried to salvage.

"Grandpa!"

She was about to shove the waitress aside, when Juliana tripped her.

Thus Florence lunged at the old man, resulting in both simultaneously tumbling to the ground.

Elias Langley instantly pulled Juliana into his arms.

"My heavens..."

Old Mr. Sinclair’s plump body landed hard on his rear, instantly clutching his lower back, grimacing in pain.

"Dad, are you okay!"

Mrs. Sinclair hurriedly rushed forward to check.

Florence was pulled up by Auden Hughes, her clothes stained with soup, looking a bit disheveled.

She gazed resentfully at Juliana, "You, you made me trip, and also caused grandpa to fall."

Before Juliana could speak, Elias Langley raised his brows at her, "From the door to here, she deliberately kept her distance from you. You bumped into the waitress yourself due to carelessness, but you want to blame her, what is your intention?"

Florence didn’t expect Elias Langley to so openly side with Juliana right in front of her father.

"Dad..."

She wanted to tell Sebastian that since getting married, Elias had lost his sense.

But Sebastian Sinclair gravely interrupted her, "Call 120 to send the old man to the hospital, everyone else keeps eating."

Old Mr. Sinclair in pain, "?"

Is it just over like this?

Sebastian Sinclair met his puzzled gaze, explained, "Deposit’s paid, no refund without eating. You go to the hospital for medicine, we eat, no problem."

Old Mr. Sinclair was so furious he almost coughed blood.

Mrs. Sinclair quickly comforted him, "He isn’t always clear-minded, don’t mind him."

Eventually Old Mr. Sinclair was taken away by 120, and the restaurant promised them a fifty percent discount for the meal.

Florence, having her clothes dirtied, called someone to bring clean clothes; Auden accompanied her to change in the dressing room.

Thus, only Sebastian and Mrs. Sinclair, along with Elias and Juliana, were left in the private room.

Sebastian looked at Elias and said, "I specifically had them make Golden Osmanthus Chrysanthemum wine-braised bird’s nest milk, wonder if you’d like it?"

Elias Langley knew Juliana loved sweet wine-braised dishes since young, thus replied, "What you arranged, we’ll surely like."

Sebastian nodded, "Then serve the dishes."

Mrs. Sinclair hurriedly said, "Florence and Auden haven’t returned from changing clothes, let’s wait for them."

"Madam, I have low blood sugar, after all this trouble, I have to eat or I’ll collapse."

Mrs. Sinclair hearing he couldn’t bear it, promptly messaged Florence to hurry.

Over at the dressing room.

Florence took the clothes Auden handed her, her eyes flashed a sharp gleam.

The miscalculations in the hallway suggested tonight Juliana still had chances to pick at her.

She must conjure a bigger ruckus, ideally making Elias drive Juliana away, or cause them to quarrel, thoroughly ruining this reunion meal, so she could escape unscathed.

So upon seeing the man handing her clothes, she steeled herself...

"Auden, my earring seems to have fallen in the hallway, could you find it for me?"

"How careless! Uncle and Aunt are waiting, be quick."

Auden reproached verbally, but still went to find her earring.

Florence promptly took his phone left on the table.

Couples’ phones usually have intimate photos documenting love.

She swiftly picked a solo passionate photo of Auden from her phone, sent it to Auden’s phone, then used his phone to send the photo to Juliana, finally deleting it.

This way, no one would know.

Juliana was eating bird’s nest when her phone buzzed.

Seeing it’s from Auden, she openly opened the message.

The result was a shocking, earth-shattering "primal scream" photo before her.

She felt a piercing in her eyes, immediately exiting.

Is Auden insane?

"What’s wrong?"

Elias Langley’s gaze fell on the phone, asking.