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So when Mayor Smith came to him about this matter, he didnât think too much, he just wanted to resolve it quickly.
Now, when Enna suddenly questioned him, he recalled what Jasmine had said to him before, and an inexplicable anger surged in him. He said somberly, âIf Mayor Smith said so, it must be true. If there was nothing wrong, people wouldnât know about you since you just came back to the country.â
Ennaâs heart turned cold, and she hooked the corner of her mouth, suddenly laughing, âWhy does he know me? Didnât Jasmine tell you?â
Jasmineâs face stiffened, and she retorted sharply, âWhat do you mean? If you want to say something, say it. Donât drag me into it.â
âYou should know very well what I mean. Werenât you at the Money House that day?â Enna didnât want to endure anymore. Why should she? In this family, there wasnât a single person who treated her like a family member. She didnât need to live as a submissive, white lotus.
William looked at her, Jasmineâs eyes flickered in panic, and she quickly explained, âI was meeting a friend.â
âYou were meeting a friend and specifically brought Mr. Sullivan along?â Enna sneered, âWhat a coincidence.â
Indeed, it was too much of a coincidence!
During her days in the hospital, she kept thinking about the meaning of âthe girl Jasmine introducedâ as mentioned by Finn Smith. After considering every possibility, she could only think of one reasonable explanation. Jasmine had introduced Finn to her aunt, and through her auntâs hands, sold Enna out.
Meanwhile, Jasmine just happened to bring William Sullivan to the Money House, and William happened to witness her improper relationship with Finn, pulling and tuggingâ¦
If she hadnât experienced it herself, she couldnât believe that someone as young as Jasmine could be so malicious.
Even more unimaginable was that this malice would be directed at her.
Yes, she didnât like Jasmine, but no matter what, Jasmine was her sister from the same father but different mothers. She didnât like Jasmine, but she had never thought of doing anything to her.
Looking back, she had been too naive.
Just because she didnât have thoughts of harming Jasmine didnât mean Jasmine wouldnât harm her.
William wasnât stupid; he thought of what Enna had thought of. His gentle eyes instantly turned cold, and he scrutinized the young girl beside him for the first time, frowning, âJasmine, shouldnât you explain yourself to me?â
Jasmineâs heartbeat raced under his gaze, trying to explain, but unable to find a perfect excuse. She could only tear up, looking at him with tears streaming down her face, as if she had suffered a great grievance, âBrother William, donât you trust me?â
âI just want to clarify.â
âClarify what? How I hurt someone? I didnât!â She looked injured, eyes wide open, âJust because my sister casually said a few words, you suspect me?â With that, she threw herself into Juliet Jordanâs embrace, sobbing.
Juliet gently patted her back to comfort her, while raising her head, saying discontentedly, âThat day Jasmineâs good friend returned to the country and invited her to a reunion at Money House. I didnât feel comfortable letting her go there alone, so I asked her to call William. Jasmineâs friend called when your dad was present. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, your dad knows best.â
Jacob Clark had always felt that he owed her because of Ennaâs existence. As soon as she spoke, Jacobâs face darkened, and he said, âEnough, I was there that day, and Jasmineâs friend did indeed call and invite her to Money House. Enna, you shouldnât keep entertaining wild thoughts all day..â