Chapter 192 It’s All About Being Petty
Hearing this, I wasn’t surprised. After all, Gianna couldn’t have become so arrogant for no reason. The lack of manners in a child is somewhat related to their parents.
I nodded, my gaze calm as I said, “Yes, it was impulsive of me to resort to violence. But Mr. Hendrix, your precious daughter is an adult, isn’t she? If she were to kill someone and the police arrested her and sentenced her to death, wouldn’t you feel that even if she was in the wrong, the police shouldn’t have sentenced her to death? After all, you wouldn’t bear to kill her yourself.”
Jacob’s face suddenly darkened, his murky black eyes sweeping towards me, suppressing his temper, he said, “Is Ms. Conner really going to be so petty with a child?”
I nodded, not hiding anything, “Yes, I am being petty. Before discussing whether she is a child or not, she was the one who insulted me first. I was just responding to her rudeness in my own way. If Mr. Hendrix is worried about your daughter, you can call the police, or you can retaliate in the same way for your daughter.”
“You…” Jacob’s face turned green, unable to utter a word for a moment. Using the same method to get his daughter back was definitely not feasible, after all, Walter was still standing here. If he really did something to me at this moment, wouldn’t it be a clear falling out with the Hinton family?
Furthermore, calling the police was naturally not an option. If this matter were to get out, the one at a loss would be Gianna. Even if I had hit someone, in the end, I would only have to pay some money. The police wouldn’t arrest me or detain me. On the contrary, if this matter
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were to be exposed and the people of River City found out that Jacob’s daughter was arrogant and unreasonable, wouldn’t that be a disgrace?
Walter didn’t speak throughout, seeing Jacob’s face turn green with anger, he didn’t say a word, but suddenly reached out to hold my hand and carefully examined it, asking, “Does your hand hurt?”
I was taken aback for a moment, then realized he was asking if my hand hurt from hitting someone.
She pressed her l*ps together and said, “It’s okay.”
He nodded, glancing sideways at Jacob without saying much. “Mr. Hendrix, do I need to call the police from my end?” His words were calm and unflustered, but there was a hint of intimidation in his eyes.
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Jacob paused slightly, just for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter. He said, “Mr. Hinton, you really have a sense of humor. It’s just kids fooling around, there’s no need to call the police. Come on, we have important matters to discuss later, let’s not waste time here.”
As he spoke, he reached out to pull Walter into the booth. Walter, who had always disliked being touched by others, subtly avoided him and looked down at me, asking, “Have you had dinner? Would you like to eat with me?”
I shook my head, a bit unaccustomed to his now overly indulgent tone, and said, “I’ve already eaten, you go ahead.”
He hooked his l*ps, rubbed the palm of my hand, and said, “Alright, I’ll have Roy take you home.”
I didn’t make a sound.
Lost interest in greeting others, turned around and prepared to leave.
Seeing this situation, Gianna’s eyes turned red with anger. She tugged
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at Jacob’s sleeve and said, “Dad, she hit me and you just let her go, she…”
“Fine.” Jacob spoke, his voice laced with impatience, “I’ll have someone take you to the hospital later, don’t cause me any more trouble.” The last sentence carried a warning.
I glanced at the two of them, didn’t say much, and turned to leave.
Roy left the restaurant with me.
Downstairs, I turned back to Roy and said, “Mr. Austen, I drove here, you go ahead with your business, no need to see me off.”
Roy hesitated for a moment and said, “Mr. Hinton asked me to take you home. If you don’t get home safely, I can’t explain it to him.”
Seeing him say this, it seemed inappropriate for me to say more. I nodded slightly and didn’t continue to speak.
He took the car keys from the front desk to drive, and I found a spot to wait for him on the lounge chair outside the restaurant.
Not long after, Roy had driven the car over. I got in, just closed the car door, and inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure coming out of the restaurant when I looked up.
I was taken aback. It was Sebastian. What I saw was not just him, but also a man he was pushing in front of him. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a duckbill cap on his head and a mask on his face. His entire person was concealed, with a thin blanket covering his legs.
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