Chapter 771

Sarah was greeted by the sight of Juan standing with a cigarette in hand as she exited the washroom.

It felt like an eternity had passed since the last time she saw him.

She used to be head over heels in love with him.

Yet, in the end, all those years of pining came to nothing. What is he doing here now that I’m ready to give up on him?

Could he be just like every other man who constantly yearned for what they couldn’t have?

Sarah would have wanted nothing more than to ignore Juan and be on her way, but he reached out and grabbed her hand.

He stopped her from walking forward.

Sarah was incensed. What’s the meaning of this? Does he think he can toy with me as he pleases without consequence?

“Juan, is it necessary to make things so ugly? All things aside, we will bump into each other as long as we stay in Jipsdale. Wouldn’t it be awkward if things between us were to get out of hand?”

Juan had no idea how she had undergone such a radical transformation.

“Don’t you like me? Why don’t we get together since both of us are single?” The truth was he had no clue whether what he felt for her was true love.

Lately, her face kept showing up in his mind. In fact, he thought of her all the time.

Everything was driving him nuts.

Perhaps giving their relationship a shot would dispel any uncertainty that he had.

Sarah scoffed.

“So what if I am still single? Do you think it’s because I still have feelings for you? You sure are delusional!”

Juan’s brows furrowed. How can she say that?

“Juan, I’ve already said this, but you mean nothing to me now. Don’t ask for an explanation, as I have none. Please don’t come looking for me ever again.”

Sarah pulled her hand free from his grasp.

She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Unfortunately, however, their encounter had been discreetly caught on camera.

The news portals published a juicy article about it the following day.

Yvette’s face was in a rictus once she saw the intimate photos of Juan and Sarah.

She’d ended up in such a pathetic state because of them.

Are the two of them an item?

How could they be so happy when I’m suffering in silence? I will never allow such a thing to happen!

Juan is mine. Am I not his fiancée? What a shameless woman Sarah is!

What should I do for Juan to return to me?

…

Sarah was still fast asleep when she was woken by a boisterous Ysabelle holding the day’s papers.

“Aunt Sarah, take a look at this! How could they publish something like this claiming Juan and Yvette broke up because of you and that you were his mistress!”

How could they defame my sweet Aunt Sarah with such nonsense?

Sarah caught onto what was happening once she skimmed through the news article and was speechless.

Oh, no.

She was truly innocent.

She might have fancied Juan in the past, but she never made a move on him when he was still with Yvette.

“Aunt Sarah, are you all right? Don’t take what you read to heart. I’ll give Sophie a call in a while. Let her handle it!”

The netizens were stirred up and were more than ready to point fingers.

They had no desire to seek out the truth behind the article and were all about eating the rich.

Now that they were aware of Sarah’s identity and the destitute life Yvette was reduced to, they immediately took sides with Yvette and pitied her.

There were even some who’d begun doubting the veracity of the nude photos that were circulating.

Sarah flung the papers to the side.

“We’ll ignore all this nonsense.” She couldn’t care less about those trolls on the internet, as time would prove her innocence eventually.

There was nothing much they could do to her.

She could still live a good life unperturbed by their hubbub.

Those gullible netizens had nothing more to offer than a few curses on the internet.

“If you say so!”

Ysabelle refrained from commenting further on Sarah’s attitude with regard to this matter and went to look for Sophie.

Sophie had been inundated with work from the moment she returned and had received a call from Butterfly.

Butterfly had encountered a problem that needed her help. Therefore, she was working before her computer until her doorbell began ringing. She went to get the door and saw Ysabelle.

“What are doing out here in this freezing cold? Shouldn’t you be at home sleeping?”

“It’s nothing. I’ve come here to visit you as I was thinking of you. Why? Shouldn’t you be happy to see me? What’s with all the questions?”

“Of course I am!”

Sophie let her in and went back to her seat in front of her computer to continue working on Butterfly’s problem. Ysabelle took to scrolling through her phone in the corner at how busy she seemed.

When Tristan returned from buying breakfast, he saw that the two ladies were occupied with their respective tasks.

Ysabelle sprung up from the couch at the sight of Tristan. “Uncle Tristan, you’re back!”

Tristan did not reciprocate with the same amount of excitement. After all, he did not appreciate a third-

wheeler when he was with Sophie.

“Uncle Tristan, what’s with you? Can’t you be more joyful that your dear niece is visiting you?”

She couldn’t believe he was annoyed at her for visiting so early.

“Sophie, are you done yet? If so, come and have your breakfast!” He had no idea what she was preoccupied with that she had to be glued to her computer this early in the morning.

Nonetheless, she was an independent lady who could handle her affairs well.

“In a minute.”

The issue Butterfly faced was a tricky one. Sophie had to help her solve it, or else that woman would not be able to return.

“Both of you can go ahead. I’ll be taking a while more.”

Tristan approached Sophie seeing how hard-pressed she was.

“What is this all about? Do you need my help?”

Sophie shook her head.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with it, so let me be! I’ll find a way.”

He was at a loss.

What?

Is there anything in this world that I’m incapable of solving?

Nevertheless, he let it go as he took in how concentrated Sophie was.

Ysabelle was going to have breakfast when Tristan stopped her. “You should look for Felix if you want breakfast. I didn’t buy for you any.”

Ysabelle instantly felt like the most unwanted person in the entire world. How could he treat me like this when breakfast was all I asked for? To add salt to the wound, the a*s was Uncle Tristan!

“Uncle Tristan, are you sure about this? Don’t forget you have me to thank now that you and Sophie are together. How could you be so heartless!” Ysabelle felt truly hurt.

“What does that have to do with you? You are nothing but a third-wheeler,” Tristan shot back mercilessly.

Ysabelle swallowed her indignity without saying a word. How dare you!

“Sophie, you should discipline Uncle Tristan! He’s bullying me since I don’t have anyone to back me up!” Ysabelle was on the verge of tears. “Sophie, you—”

Tristan grabbed the hood of Ysabelle’s jumper with the intention of throwing her out when Sophie lifted her head.

“Get out! Both of you are too noisy!” At that moment, she had no time for their antics.