Chapter 139: Chapter 139

Amanda Gordon must quickly undergo an abortion and have one of her fallopian tubes removed.

That kind of surgery is very harmful to a woman’s body.

If she can’t recuperate properly after the surgery and still has to go to prison, her body will definitely not be able to take it. She might suffer from some health issues for a lifetime.

That’s why she compromised and agreed to apologize publicly to gain my forgiveness.

Then the Gordon Family made a great effort, pulling strings everywhere—so when the case was reopened, the judge, seeing her sincere remorse and considering her unfortunate circumstances and physical condition, showed leniency.

She was only sentenced to one year in prison with a two-year suspension.

This means that if within these two years, she doesn’t commit any further illegal activities and strictly adheres to the terms of her probation, she won’t have to serve time.

But that’s all later matters, which aren’t really related to me.

Right now, what I’m most anxious about is how to appease Daniel Carter.

When I left the administrative center, I called him, but it was William Harris, his secretary, who answered. He said Daniel Carter was accompanying some important leaders on an inspection and couldn’t take the call for now.

I don’t know if that’s true or not.

But I thought, no matter what, whenever he’s done "busy," he should at least return my call.

But until I finished discussing proper business with the lawyer and drafted the out-of-court settlement, he still hadn’t called back.

On the subway ride home, I stared at my phone, the screen stuck on his number, hesitating several times, not daring to call again.

The day after tomorrow will be the weekend, and I was originally supposed to visit Old Master Carter at Carter Manor, which now makes me feel conflicted and troubled.

Could this be our first argument after confirming our relationship?

Although it wasn’t an argument per se, he was clearly angry and ignoring me.

When I got home, Bagel excitedly rushed to the door, wagging its tail and then peeking out of the doorway, before coming back and barking at me once.

I understood what the dog meant and smiled, "Even you got won over by him? Unfortunately, he didn’t come today; he’s mad and ignoring me! Hmph! So I’ll ignore him too!"

I was talking to myself as well as having a conversation with the dog.

All night, I was working overtime, busy with work, while periodically checking my phone.

But there was no call from him.

I didn’t know if he finished being busy, and I didn’t dare to call again rashly.

Before going to bed, I was getting angry myself.

What a trivial matter!

I had already said I would explain it to him afterward, and if necessary, I would apologize for unintentionally hurting him.

I don’t like dealing with issues between us by using this cold treatment approach.

Even having an argument is a form of communication, better than this kind of cold violence.

Truly, nobody is perfect.

In my mind, the flawless Daniel Carter has gradually revealed problems as we grow closer.

As he said himself, he does have quite a few shortcomings.

But even though I’m pounding my pillow in anger over his "pettiness," I don’t hate him for it; instead, I feel——this is a living, more realistic person, someone I can somewhat reach.

The next morning, when I woke up, there was still no message from him on my phone.

After much deliberation, I sent him a WeChat message, asking if he was still going to Carter Manor today.

Even after I finished washing up and having breakfast, he still hadn’t replied.

Staring at my phone, I suddenly felt very wronged.

Is it a sign that he wants to break up?

But even if we were to break up, shouldn’t we meet and make it clear?

The beginning was so ceremonious, and the breakup is just ?

I was both angry and disappointed, sulking at home with my mood deteriorating. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet

Thinking about the obnoxious behaviors of men, I regretted it, secretly thinking I deserved it. After being deceived and hurt by a man once, I didn’t learn my lesson and jumped into the fire pit again so soon.

Maybe Grandma and Aunt were right; I was too caught up in the romance to listen to advice.

I quickly adjusted my mood, braced myself, and got up to work overtime at the company.

Men are just a part of life; they shouldn’t affect my ability to earn money or pursue my career.

After some mental prep, I felt significantly better.

But unexpectedly, on the way, I received a call from Shirley Turner.

"Lily Miller, I’m totally at a loss, if you don’t give me money, after I pick up your dad, I’ll send you there. I’ve asked Adrian Gordon, and I know which floor you live on, I’ll directly leave him at your doorstep."

Shirley Turner was becoming more and more shameless, actually wanting to completely dump Jason Miller on me.

I chuckled, "Then I can move out immediately, let’s see who can act faster. If you throw him over and he dies outside, you’ll likely be sentenced for ’abandonment’, and you won’t have any bargaining chips to blackmail me with in the future."

"Abandonment? Don’t try to trick me, there’s no such crime!"

"If you don’t believe me, check online or ask a lawyer."

Shirley Turner fell silent.

I couldn’t help but laugh again—humph, with such a tiny brain, trying to fight against me. They used to rely on bullying the weak and more against the few, but now that they’re scattered, it’s my turn to hit back one by one.

"But, I’m still more decent than you guys."

After I said that, Shirley Turner immediately got excited, "So you’re agreeing to give money?"

"It’s not impossible to give money, but it depends on your attitude."

My mind raced, and I sold a bit of suspense, suddenly saying, "I’ll go with you to pick him up, and we can talk after we get him."

"You’ll go with me... to pick up your dad?" Shirley Turner was so surprised that her voice changed.

"What, you don’t want me to go?"

"No, no, it’s best if you go! We’ll take him directly to the hospital, you just pay up." Shirley Turner, afraid I’d back out, quickly arranged it and also provided the prison address.

After hanging up, I gave up my plan to go to the company and opened the navigation to head straight to the prison.

Just the right time to relieve my frustration by teasing my enemy and finding some amusement.

There was traffic on Saturday, and by the time I arrived, Shirley Turner had already picked up Jason Miller.

Seeing them from afar, I was surprised yet felt a sense of satisfaction.

In just over two months, Jason Miller had aged like a different person.

His hair had turned gray, his complexion was haggard, and he had lost at least fifty to sixty pounds.

Standing there, his legs couldn’t even straighten, and he had to lean on Shirley Turner and Mason Miller on each side to stay upright.

Huh, it seems like his time in prison wasn’t easy at all.

As I drove closer, they waved excitedly when they saw me.

I sneered, now seeing me as a lifeline, so excited and welcoming, not knowing I was about to start their nightmare.

Thinking back, they never looked at me properly, nor spoke a kind word.

I slowed down on the side, parked, but only rolled down the window, not intending to get out of the car.

"Got him out so quickly?" I greeted, smiling, intentionally glancing at Jason Miller.

He kept a straight face and turned his head away, either still hating me or feeling embarrassed, too ashamed to face me.

Shirley Turner complained, "Why did you come so late? I already told you, your dad’s legs are severely problematic, it’s such a punishment for him to stand here."

I lazily retorted, "How much punishment could it be? Could it be worse than when you stripped me naked as a child and made me stand in the freezing cold?"