Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 397 - 396 Great Drama (2) Slapping the scum man and cheap woman, there’s still a move to come

Chapter 397: 396 Great Drama (2) Slapping the scum man and cheap woman, there’s still a move to come

The massive screen on one wall was visually impactful, as you can imagine.

Everyone gasped below the stage, and Wyatt was completely dumbfounded.

Oh my living father,

Is this something you can watch for free?

No way, good stuff must be shared.

Wyatt already had his phone in hand and immediately turned on the video recording function.

Zoe was sipping tea and was so shocked by the scene that she trembled, spilling tea onto her gown with stains that couldn’t be wiped off.

"Do you need to change?" Tim whispered, seeing the stains.

"No rush."

Zoe was enjoying the drama, who would care about clothes at a time like this!

"Isn’t that Young Master Jeans with Second Miss Jones?" someone exclaimed below the stage, where the crowd was abuzz.

"Damn, in the bathroom? Are they that desperate?"

"Didn’t their families say it was an accident when they were caught in the hotel initially?"

"You believe that absurdity? I’ve always seen through Second Miss Jones; she’s restless. Her sister is getting engaged, yet she dresses extravagantly for whom to see? I think she did it deliberately to steal the spotlight!"

...

The attendees today, until now, were all reputable people from Capital City.

The chatter and discussion were endless.

Both the Jeans and Jones families were dumbfounded and at a loss, while the video abruptly stopped and changed to "Happy Engagement," which seemed especially ironic under the circumstances.

"What’s going on here!" Mrs. Jeans exploded.

Cressida managed a bitter smile and looked towards Marigold, who was pale as death, "Sister, is this the engagement gift you prepared for me?"

"No, it’s not..."

Marigold’s mind was blank, surrounded by jeers and insults, like thorny vines entangling her.

Making it hard for her to breathe, let alone think.

"Although we’re half-sisters, I’ve always treated you like a real sister, remember? Didn’t you say last time that you and Beckett had nothing to do with each other, that the hotel incident was just a chat, and you wanted to prepare a surprise for my engagement party?"

"So, this is your surprise!"

"You know how much I love Beckett, yet you insist on being with him, and you want to ruin my engagement party. Do you really want to destroy me that much?"

Cressida’s lips quivered, her eyes slightly red.

She looked pitiful.

Zoe blinked, she hadn’t expected things to develop this way.

Tim fondled the teacup in front of him, watching the girl on stage with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful and helpless, and chuckled to himself:

Such a good actress!

"No, I didn’t, it’s not the gift I gave you, it’s not... It must be someone trying to frame me!" Marigold was breathing rapidly and instinctively glanced towards her parents below the stage.

Both families knew about her little affair with Beckett Jeans.

Some dirty laundry, once aired in public, doesn’t look good.

"Framing you?" Cressida gave a low chuckle, "Everyone saw the video. If I’m not mistaken, it should have been when I was trying on the gown, right? You said you were going to the bathroom, and you were gone for seven or eight minutes, unexpectedly..."

Seven or eight minutes?

Plus this foreplay...

The crowd was astonished:

Young Master Jeans certainly doesn’t last long!

And Cressida continued: "Who forced you to sleep with him?"

"I see in the video, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?"

"Deliberately giving me such a gift at the engagement party? Do you want to climb the ladder that much?"

A coup staged with a video?

The crowd was agape:

True to the daughter of a mistress, she’s got techniques.

"Sister, I..." Marigold clenched her teeth, stepped forward, and grabbed her hand, "Stop it, I’ll explain this to you later."

"Get away from me, don’t touch me!"

Cressida seemed utterly disgusted by her touch.

She fiercely shook off Marigold’s hand—

Marigold stumbled and fell to the ground, and as Beckett, the man of the hour, instinctively rushed over to help her up, "Marigold, are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Marigold also looked wronged and pitiable.

"Cressida! Are you crazy? Why did you push her?" Beckett reflexively defended her, causing an uproar below the stage.

Mrs. and Mr. Jeans felt darkness before their eyes.

It’s over,

This unfilial child!

Why would you rush forward at a time like this?

And that Marigold Jones, acting all pitiful—what kind of occasion is this to try and seduce men!

Mrs. Jeans was simply about to explode with anger.

"I pushed her?" Cressida Jones sneered and actually charged forward, grabbing Marigold Jones by the arm and forcibly separating them.

"You..." Beckett frowned.

"Beckett, today is our engagement party!" Cressida reminded him, as if he had just come to his senses.

Cressida sneered, "It’s not just a push. She tried to seduce my fiancé, and even if I hit her, she deserves it!"

The next second,

she suddenly raised her hand and swung it.

With a "slap"—

the sound was sharp and piercing!

She’s used to gardening, lifting pots and moving soil, doing a fair bit of physical work.

Her wrist strength was no joke.

With that slap, a bright red handprint instantly appeared on Marigold’s beautiful face.

Perhaps because Cressida was usually so easygoing, Marigold was completely stunned by the hit.

The crowd gasped in shock. Beckett, who was close by, hurriedly reached out to stop her, but to his surprise, Cressida raised her other, free hand and slapped him too.

"You dare to hit me?" Beckett was dumbfounded.

In his mind, Cressida had always been soft-natured and compliant.

"Why shouldn’t I hit you? Don’t you deserve it? If you didn’t want to get engaged, you could’ve just said so. What’s the point of messing around with my sister?"

"I was happily picking out a dress for the engagement party, while you two were sneaking around behind my back."

"How dare you mistreat me like this?"

"Cressida!" Mrs. Jeans had by now rushed up to the stage.

"This video is definitely fake; it’s AI-synthesized. Someone is deliberately framing us, trying to ruin the engagement party. How can you not understand Beckett’s feelings for you? After dating for so long, hasn’t he been good to you?"

"AI synthesis?" Cressida was taken aback.

"Yes, it’s definitely fake. Even if Beckett is foolish, he wouldn’t mess around with your sister."

Mrs. Jeans said, giving Beckett and Marigold a meaningful glance.

"Yes, sister, it’s fake!" Marigold said.

Cressida looked hesitant.

Wyatt Hale in the audience was going crazy.

"Has Miss Jones’s brain been kicked by a donkey? To actually believe such nonsense? That video doesn’t look synthesized at all. Does she really love this scumbag that much?"

"To love to the point of being blind and foolish? If she gets dumped in the future, she’ll have brought it upon herself!"

"Love trumping logic is really terrifying."

"It’s infuriating!"

Tim Payne glanced at him, "Are you really William Hale’s younger brother?"

"How am I not?"

"You talk too much and it’s annoying."

"I..."

"Speaking is an art; you should learn more from your brother and your uncle."

Wyatt Hale had little contact with Tim Payne; they were always polite when they met. Suddenly chastised by him, Wyatt was stunned for a moment.

He was just speaking some harsh truths, why scold him?

Besides, aren’t mouths made for talking?

It seemed that Mrs. Jeans’s words had calmed Cressida down. She looked at Marigold, "Sister, I’m sorry. I might have really misunderstood you."

"It’s okay..." Marigold said, rubbing her face.

Furious, yet daring not to say more.

"I really thought this was the gift my sister had given me. Since it’s not, what will you give me?" Cressida innocently extended her hand with a naive expression.

"I... My gift was sent to your dressing room a long time ago."

Speaking of gifts, Marigold’s expression clearly worsened, and her eyes became evasive.

Tim drank a sip of tea:

He hadn’t expected that besides the video, she had another move up her sleeve!

This gift...

Definitely had a problem.