Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 449 - 448 A Sudden Emergency Arises, He Comes Clad in Golden Armor (3rd Update)

Chapter 449: 448 A Sudden Emergency Arises, He Comes Clad in Golden Armor (3rd Update)

And on the nearby stands, since they were quite far away and unaware of what had happened, now that Marigold Jones removed her sunglasses, Tim Payne was inwardly annoyed:

Why has she come?

Right in the middle of the holiday, it’s such bad luck.

"I’ll go have a look." Tim Payne quickly left the stands.

"Brother..." Zoe wanted to follow, but was stopped by William Hale, "The racetrack isn’t safe, don’t go over there."

Even well-trained horses can be unpredictable, and naturally, William wouldn’t let her go with him. Instead, Finn Hale quickly followed behind Tim Payne, striding towards the racetrack.

Cressida Jones was truly holding back a breath of anger in her heart, feeling aggrieved and depressed.

She should have left Marigold Jones long ago, but then she was pregnant. If she hurt her, that person would just fall to the ground and play the victim, and once again she would be slandered.

But she did not expect that Marigold Jones would come to such an event, creating a drama of crying, causing trouble, and threatening suicide.

Just for money, she really has no shame.

At this moment, the horse she was leading was already quite agitated.

"Sister... it’s all my fault, as long as you’re willing to forgive me, I’m willing to do anything."

"Please, leave a way out for me and the child."

Marigold Jones was kneeling on the ground, crying pitifully with tears streaming down her face.

It caused quite a few people around to point fingers and make comments.

Those who can afford to be here are either rich or noble,recognizing that it was the Jones sisters, discussions inevitably followed.

"Didn’t Second Miss Jones get engaged to Beckett Jeans? Why is she here pestering again?"

"It must be about the money. Cressida Jones now has at least several billion in assets; how can she be content with the Jones family’s wealth being monopolized."

"Emotional blackmail? What sins has Miss Jones committed, to run into such a disgusting sister?"

...

Everyone is no fool, and they were not deceived by Marigold Jones’s tears.

This made her somewhat irritated.

Previously, this trick had been very effective, so why was no one speaking up for her.

"Miss, this is a racetrack, you’re quite in danger here, please leave as soon as you can," the staff kindly reminded her, trying to pull her up from the ground.

But considering she was pregnant, they dare not exert too much force.

They knew that Beckett Jeans was here today and urgently sent someone to contact him to come and take his fiancee away.

"Don’t touch me! I’m pregnant!" Marigold Jones was determined to extort some money from Cressida Jones and naturally refused to get up.

"Please lower your voice; don’t startle the horses," the staff were frantic.

The horses they provide for the guests, although very docile, cannot be agitated either.

Marigold Jones got a little anxious when she heard this.

She was kneeling here, and what they care about...

Is actually a horse?

Moreover, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Tim Payne striding over.

His look was frosty, exuding an air of chilliness.

Suddenly she remembered being slapped by him at the engagement banquet, and it was only now she realized that William Hale was also present on the stands not far away. The image of her mouth being smashed resurfaced in her mind.

That was her nightmare!

Therefore, Marigold Jones was somewhat panicking, shoving away the staff who were trying to pull her up.

Her voice also unconsciously grew louder, "I told you to get away, don’t touch me!"

"Second Miss Jones, we’ve kindly reminded you several times, this place is a racetrack, please keep your voice down so that the horses don’t panic, because if they accidentally hurt you, we are not responsible," the staff said to the unreasonable woman before them, feeling helpless.

Since they could not persuade Marigold Jones to leave, they could only lead the horse away first.

Cressida Jones handed the reins over to the staff, glanced at Marigold Jones, "No matter how much you make a scene, it’s useless. What’s mine, I won’t give you a single penny."

"If you’re not satisfied, you can sue in court."

"As long as the court decides, not to mention two billion, even if I have to give you all my money, I have no problem with that."

After Cressida Jones finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

Marigold Jones felt enraged inside and quickly got up from the ground. Kneeling on the sand for too long made her knees sore, especially since she was pregnant and frequently stressed; she often felt uncomfortable in her abdomen, and the kneeling only made her stomach hurt again.

Seeing Cressida Jones getting farther away from her, she became anxious.

She called out subconsciously: "Cressida Jones, you stop right there!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing.

Suddenly—

The horse began to neigh loudly, accompanied by the thudding sound of hooves stamping on the sand. The staff tightened the reins, seeming to lose control of the horse.

And the surrounding horses, hearing the noise, also started to become restless.

The horse was already huge and suddenly became agitated; Marigold Jones was so close that her face turned pale.

It took the staff quite a while to calm the horse down.

Just at this moment...

Beckett Jeans arrived.

"Cressida Jones!" He bellowed across the field in fury.

The horse,

Lost complete control!

The rope was swiftly pulled from the staff’s hands, and, as someone grabbed the end of it, the horse dragged the person along in its rage.

Cressida Jones’s breathing tightened as the horse suddenly went out of control, frightening her so much that her legs, already weak, felt like they’d been filled with lead, unable to move.

Just as it seemed like the horse was about to charge directly at her, she felt a tight grip around her waist.

In the whirl of disorientation, she was suddenly in the arms of someone familiar.

Her breathing was rapid, and when she opened her eyes next, she saw several staff approaching to try and restrain the horse, but the rampaging animal was too strong and simply couldn’t be held back—

And Marigold Jones was screaming incessantly in fright.

The staff tried to hold her back, to cover her mouth, but she felt like they were in cahoots with Cressida Jones, out to harm her.

With the horse out of control, was she expected to just stand there and wait for death?

She had to run!

It was practically suicidal.

And she seemed to have forgotten, she was the irritant.

Not only screaming out of control, but her body still lingering with the smell of medication.

Everything was happening too fast, and Cressida Jones only saw the horse rushing towards Marigold Jones, lifting its front hooves and kicking out at her—

Falling from a horse could kill you.

Let alone being kicked by one!

A kick to the chest sent her body flying through the air like a withered leaf, light and drifting.

"Thump—" She hit the ground hard.

Then, fresh blood spewed from her mouth.

After two severe coughs,

She felt as if all her bones were shattered, her body writhing in agonizing pain.

Cressida Jones’s breathing sharpened, and a familiar and elegant voice came from above, "Don’t move, just stand there."

She was startled by the sudden situation, her mind blank, unable to think, feeling the warmth of that embrace disappearing, and Tim Payne glanced at Finn Hale, "Take good care of her."

After saying this, he actually jumped on a horse and chased after the rampaging horse, racing away!

As the two horses drew close, he caught the wildly thrashing reins mid-air, wound them around his wrist, tightened, and then...

Leapt through the air,

Soaring, he landed on the horse!

He was now riding the very horse that had lost control.

Everyone held their breath, scared to even exhale.

Zoe Payne watched the whole scene, tense all over, fearing her brother might have an accident.

Cressida Jones held her breath even more, as though her heartbeat had stopped.

After the horse had run wildly around the field for another loop, it finally began to calm down, Tim Payne loosened the reins and gently stroked the horse, but perhaps his movements were too forceful, his collar ripped open and his hair was disheveled and wild...

He had the aura of a disheveled noble.

"Thanks, Junior President Payne," said the staff, frightened out of their wits.

They had professional horse trainers, but everything had happened too fast, and there was no time for them to get there.

Fortunately, no one else was injured.

"I didn’t expect you knew how to handle horses."

"I learned a bit from my uncle before."

He turned his head, looking at someone not too far away.

Their gazes met, and Cressida Jones’s face was slightly pale, seemingly shocked; Tim Payne, still on the horse, appeared heroically casual and unrestrained, his lips curving slightly, gesturing for her to be at ease.

In that moment,

Her seemingly stilled heart suddenly flared back to life.

Amidst his smile, her heart pounded erratically, beating intensely.

The winter sunlight spilled from one side, he leaned over the horse, gently patting the horse’s back, his body bathed in a layer of golden light, as if clad in golden armor.

Her heart rekindled,

Beyond control again.