Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 430 - 429 Grand Finale: Trash Dad Goes to Jail, Splurges with Money (5 Updates)

Chapter 430: 429 Grand Finale: Trash Dad Goes to Jail, Splurges with Money (5 Updates)

At this moment, the situation was somewhat controlled, with several police officers who had intervened looking disheveled, their clothes torn to shreds. It was the new year, and encountering such an incident was considered bad luck.

Cressida Jones stepped forward, politely saying: "Officers, I am really sorry, this was originally our family matter. You are already working hard on your shift and we have involved you. I have ordered some late-night snacks, as an apology to you."

The police officers politely refused, "This is not suitable."

"It’s just a token of my thanks, please don’t refuse it."

After the exchange, Silas Jones felt regret in his heart.

How could he have mistaken the pearl for a fish’s eye.

If he hadn’t divorced back then...

There wouldn’t be such a catastrophe today.

"Putting on a pretense," Marigold Jones scoffed coldly, "Cressida Jones, you really know how to act, truly disgusting."

The next second,

Cressida Jones turned around, with a backhand.

Her palm landed on her face,

A slap, loud and clear.

"You..." Marigold was restrained by the lawyer, unable to move, "You hit me?"

"Although we are half-sisters, I am at least your elder sister. It is said that the elder sister is like a mother. You seduced my fiancé, and you should kneel and behave when you see me. You don’t repent, and you even insult me. Shouldn’t I hit you?"

As soon as her words ended, another slap swept across.

"This slap is for our father. He loved you so much, always considering you in everything, do you know how jealous I am of you?"

"And you even raised your hand against him?"

"Even a dog knows to wag its tail when given food, you are not even as good as a beast!"

Silas Jones, upon hearing these words, felt an intense emotional stir in his heart.

He had always neglected his eldest daughter, never expecting that at such a time, she would still stand up for him.

But Lavinia Wilde, seeing her daughter being hit, couldn’t sit still, "Cressida Jones, you little wretch, you have ruined us mother and daughter, how dare you hit her, I am going to fight you..."

Before she could rush over, Cressida Jones had already stepped forward, grabbing her collar!

Suddenly approaching, their gazes clashed.

Her eyes seemed to have formed ice, been poisoned...

As if she could kill her the next second!

"You... this is the police station, what do you want to do!" Looking at the face that resembled 70% of Silas Jones’s ex-wife, Lavinia Wilde also felt panic inside.

"Out of respect for my father’s face, I call you Aunt Wilde. These years you have been taking my mother’s place, and everyone calls you Mrs. Jones, you must have forgotten your roots."

"You are just a mistress!"

"A person despised and scorned, willingly debasing oneself as the third party."

"And you still dare to slander my father for scheming against me, he is my real dad, besides my grandmother, he is the only family I have in this world, what rights do you have to defame him?"

Lavinia Wilde laughed out loud, "I defame him? The one who told me to drug him was him in the first place!"

"Where’s the evidence?"

Cressida Jones questioned, leaving Lavinia Wilde at a loss.

They had been husband and wife for years, this kind of secret matter could not possibly be publicized, and over the years there was mutual trust, she never kept a fallback, naturally, she had no evidence.

"I see you are just angry that father divorced you, that’s why you intentionally slander him."

"I, I didn’t..."

Lavinia Wilde, furious, gritted her teeth, trying to argue, but then Cressida Jones slapped her several times, her face stung from being hit.

Watching Cressida Jones turn around to care for Silas Jones, everyone was taken aback.

What was this young lady plotting now.

"Dad, are you okay?" Cressida Jones’s face was slightly red, "It’s really not worth it for you, you’ve always thought of them, but you are not understood."

"It’s what I deserve, it’s retribution," Silas Jones said with extreme regret.

"I better take you to the hospital right away, we can’t even look at your face."

"Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Watching the father and daughter about to leave, Lavinia Wilde panicked, turning to the police, "About the drugging, he is the mastermind, why don’t you arrest him."

The reason is simple:

No evidence!

But the drugs were found in Lavinia Wilde’s bag, that was a fact that was nailed to the board.

"Let go of me, I want to go settle the account with him," Lavinia Wilde couldn’t swallow this grievance.

"Please pay the bail," said the police officer.

The bail procedures were ready; all that was left was to pay the bail. However, Lavinia Wilde and Marigold Jones had all their cards frozen. They couldn’t scrape together even taxi fare, let alone a hundred dollars.

Lavinia Wilde had to be temporarily detained, and since Marigold Jones was still in pain from being kicked earlier, a kind-hearted police officer drove her to the hospital.

"Junior President Payne, is it over just like this?" Assistant Law raised an eyebrow, "I thought Miss Jones would take the opportunity to disown her scumbag father."

"She must have other plans."

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In the hospital,

Cressida Jones was instructing the nurse to gently treat her father’s wounds on his face. With so much happening recently, Silas Jones’s eyes reddened to see his daughter still treating him with such care.

She was now his only daughter.

He was regretful and annoyed, promising to make it up to her.

As father and daughter were sharing their hearts, the economic investigation team showed up at the door, reporting someone had accused Silas Jones of tax evasion and they were there to take him away for investigation.

The reason was none other, but the video shot by Assistant Law under Cressida Jones’s instruction had been leaked online.

The matter of drugging could not yet be concluded.

However, Lavinia Wilde claimed she had proof of Silas Jones’s tax evasion.

Enthusiastic netizens overwhelmed the police report phone line, and the economic investigation team naturally came to take him away overnight.

Silas Jones believed it was all Lavinia Wilde’s revenge.

While waiting for the investigation in detention, he contacted the company’s executives and lawyers to entrust all company and personal assets in his name to Cressida Jones to manage on his behalf.

During the investigation, she would handle all his property.

Silas Jones urged her to use every means to save him and ensure the company stayed intact.

Because apart from Cressida Jones, he had no one else he could trust.

After signing the agreement, Cressida Jones left the detention center where Silas Jones was held; it was already past 2 am.

In the piercing cold of late winter, the biting wind stripped away any warmth, yet Cressida Jones felt a burning heat all over her body.

Her blood boiled, and she took a deep breath.

Suddenly...

Something chilly touched her face.

Looking up, she saw sparse snowflakes falling, the grey-black sky overhead all-encompassing, the quietness extreme. Clutching the document folder in her hands, she felt an unreal sensation.

This wealth was what the Jones Family owed her.

Save the scumbag father? Secure the company?

A fool’s dream.

With her father in jail, she could take the money alone, care for her grandmother, and enjoy life—what could be more delightful?

The greatest revenge on a person is to take away everything they care most about:

Love, family, reputation, status...

She had considered cutting off her relationship with Silas Jones, but after all, he was her father, and such ties couldn’t be severed cleanly on a legal level.

So she thought:

Why not send him away and out of sight?

He owed her mother, he owed her—let him pay with money!

Besides, she had every right to the Jones Family’s money. Why let others benefit?

As the snow grew heavier, a flake landed on her eyelashes, prompting her to instinctively squint and rub her eyes.

With the sharp sound of a car horn, she looked up to see a vehicle parked not far away, its headlights bright, seeming to gouge an opening in the dark night.

The car window rolled down, and although the man’s brows and eyes were sharp, the literary air he carried made him look detached and austere.

He got out of the car and walked toward her.

Amidst the snowy background, his elegance and nobility shone as he looked up at her, deep smile lines around his eyes.

"Miss Jones, shall I take you home?"

Cressida Jones nodded, "Thank you for your help tonight. I thought you had already left."

"I’ve been waiting for you all along..."

His voice was calm, yet carried warmth that seemed to penetrate the heart, warming Cressida Jones’s heart from inside.

Without an umbrella, they walked side by side.

Their heads became covered with snow, as if they could walk together into old age.