Chapter 1496

Neera understood that he was unhappy because of her. With a helpless tug at the corner of her mouth, she pulled him to sit down beside her.

“All right. I’m not even worried, yet you’re all worked up. Don’t let unworthy people or trivial matters upset you. There’s no need for it. What’s done is done. We just need to find a solution. We’ll deal with whatever comes our way. After all, I have a clear conscience, so I have nothing to fear.”

At this point, she remembered something and let out a sigh.

“As for Wilfrid…’

Speaking of Wilfrid, a flicker of emotion crossed Jean’s eyes. “Is it true that he’s gone to work?”

He didn’t know much about Wilfrid, but he instinctively felt that this was yet another scheme concocted by Nigel and Maggie behind the scenes.

Neera pursed her lips slightly, nodding in admission. “It must be true. I wouldn’t mistake the the photo.”

Jean’s brows furrowed even tighter. “Why does he have to work? Is it really that difficult?”

person in Neera let out a sigh. “The last time I saw him, I gave him a card. I repeatedly advised him not to worry about so much. Now is the most crucial time for him. All he needs to do is eat well, drink well, rest well, and focus on preparing for his exams. But to my surprise, he didn’t spend a cent on the card and went to work instead. He probably doesn’t want to ask for money from home anymore, thinking he’s grown up and wants to support himself with his own hands and feet.”

At this point, she paused, as if recalling something.

“Or perhaps there’s another possibility. He knows about his parents contacting me and doesn’t want them to bother me anymore. So, he’s trying to prove himself by earning money, hoping to show that he can support his family. But this naive boy, he’s being too idealistic. The money he’s making now is barely enough for his own living, let alone satisfying the greed of his parents.”

Whenever Neera thought of Wilfrid, he would feel somewhat of a headache.

“Wilfrid has been stubborn since he was a child, always having his own opinions. Once he sets his mind. on something, he sticks to it, even if it means running into a brick wall. He won’t back down an inch. I really don’t know who he takes after with this temperament.”

When Jean heard that, his expression eased somewhat, a rare occurrence.

He lowered his gaze to her troubled expression, his eyebrows twitching slightly. In a leisurely manner, he said, “Who else could it be? Isn’t it right in front of you?”

Neera blinked, pointing at herself. “Are you saying Wilfrid is like me?”

Jean nodded. “Of course, it’s just your nature that might have influenced him unknowingly. From your description and portrayal, it’s clear that he’s a man of integrity. Unlike his parents, he’s not selfish or greedy. It’s truly remarkable.”, Because he had heard that Wilfrid had always stood up for his sister when he was a child, he had a slightly better attitude toward this young man, willing to say a few kind words.

Then, he sneered, pulling at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, “But he probably didn’t expect that he himself would become a tool used by his parents. It seems they knew all along that their son had gone out to work, but they didn’t stop him. Not only did they not stop him, but at this point, they even thought of using him to gain public sympathy to deal with you. If he knew, he would definitely feel awful.”

What Neera cared about was indeed this.

And in the whole matter, it was this very point that infuriated her the most.

Nigel and Maggie’s opinions of her didn’t bother her in the slightest.

However, how could they dismiss Wilfrid so casually?

People often said that even wild beasts looked after their young. No matter what, that was still their own flesh and blood. How could they possibly treat him as a tool for their own benefit?

Even though they clearly knew that this was the most crucial time for his studies, a significant opportunity in his life’s journey, how could they take it so lightly?

Do they truly care for him, or do they just see him as their tool?

A tool that can be utilized, flaunted, relied upon, and demanded?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Hesitating for a moment, she picked up her phone again, found the photo online, and showed it to Jean.

“Can you see if you can locate this cafe from this photo?”

Jean glanced at it. Without a hint of hesitation, he said calmly, “Send it to Ian. He will find it soon. It’s not a problem.”

Neera nodded, then promptly sent the photo to Ian’s WhatsApp.

In no time, Jean waited for Neera to finish freshening up, and then they went downstairs together.

At this moment, Wrenn and Frederic were sitting in the living room downstairs, both focusing on the happenings on the internet.

At this, Wrenn was extremely annoyed. The more she looked at it, the angrier she became, and she flung her phone onto the coffee table in frustration.

“This is all nonsense! These people don’t know anything, yet they’re here spouting off, talking gibberish! It’s absolutely outrageous!”

Frederic was also angry, but compared to her, he was much more composed.

“Alas, isn’t this the current state of affairs? People just parrot what others say without bothering to verify the truth. They believe whatever they see, standing on their moral high ground, criticizing and commenting. They can say all sorts of unpleasant things. If you take it all to heart and take it seriously, you’ll never stop being upset.”

Wrenn crossed her arms, leaned back into the couch, and huffed in annoyance. Her face wore a rather unpleasant expression.

“I know, but I’m still angry. These people don’t understand the truth at all, yet they’d rather slander us, making Neera seem worthless. How can our Beauvort family tolerate such humiliation? I wonder if Jean has managed to suppress the public opinion.”

Frederic saw the situation very clearly. “This matter can’t be suppressed anymore. The more we try to suppress it, the louder the public opinion will become. Who knows how ugly the words could get?

Everyone will think that the Beauvort family is deliberately covering it up, and covering up means acknowledging the truth.”

“What kind of logic is this? Is there any inevitable connection?” Wrenn frowned, her face full of disbelief.

Frederic sighed softly. “That’s just the way things are. You don’t need to worry about it. The youngsters will surely find a way. After all, Neera’s adoptive parents are not to be underestimated…”

As the two were talking, Neera and Jean came down.

Neera pursed her lips, her expression apologetic as she said, “I’m sorry for the trouble my foster parents have caused the Beauvort family.”

Seeing her come down, Wrenn quickly stood up, took her hand, and comforted her.

“You silly girl, what are you talking about? We’re family. There’s no need for apologies. If something happens, we face it together. Besides, the Beauvort family has nothing to fear about. We don’t care about these rumors and gossip. However, they might affect you negatively. I’m worried they might tarnish your reputation.”