Chapter 116: You Ruined My Wedding Dress
"Cut the act. The young lady is right. You knew what your son was like and never disciplined him. How are you any different from your wife?" Mama Knight said coldly. "I will never forgive you!"
Jason Miller hadn’t expected her to be so disrespectful, and he almost lost his composure. "You..."
’You’re just a servant. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?’
Jane Lancaster spoke up. "What’s wrong? You want to curse at Mama Knight?"
"Of course not," Jason Miller said, forcing a smile. "No matter what, it was Samuel Miller’s fault. I’ll return the compensation money your family paid back then right away!"
Mama Knight said, "We don’t need it!"
Jane Lancaster, however, had already pulled up her payment QR code, shamelessly demanding the money.
"Then hurry up and pay. After all these years, plus interest and compensation for emotional distress, it should be a considerable sum."
Jason Miller was speechless.
He’d never seen someone so shamelessly opportunistic, yet he didn’t dare offend her.
He could only grit his teeth and transfer the money. "I’ve sent three times the original amount."
Jane Lancaster nodded. "Hm, it’s not that much. According to the Rule of 72, money in a wealth management account would have doubled in over a decade. And that’s not even counting inflation."
Jason Miller was speechless again.
He couldn’t even force a smile. His attempt at a grand gesture now just seemed pathetic.
This woman was just too sharp-tongued. He regretted coming here more than ever.
After receiving the money, Jane Lancaster thought for a moment, then asked, "Who exactly sent you to this shop to ambush me today?"
Jason Miller quickly denied it. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
But his denial wasn’t very convincing, and his expression was full of guilt.
’This old fox is quite the actor. Is he trying to make it seem like he’s doing me a favor?’
"Alright, I get it." Jane Lancaster paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned down to Rosalind Quill on the floor. "Regalia, Building 8, Unit 701. That’s where your husband’s new home and new son are."
Jason Miller froze. He never imagined she would sell him out so suddenly and without a shred of hesitation.
Rosalind Quill went ballistic, lunging at him and clawing at him like a woman possessed.
"So that’s why you suddenly apologized! It was all for that bastard child of yours!"
Jason Miller threw up his arms to block her. "Stop being unreasonable! Haven’t you made enough of a scene? Come home with me now!"
"How could you sell out our son? And you still act innocent! Weren’t you the one who made me insist that Melody Knight was the thief all those years ago? And you’re the one who pushed me to come here today!"
The onlookers were stunned into silence.
What a spectacular implosion!
After getting a few scratches on his neck, Jason Miller’s temper flared. "You idiot!"
His eyes glinted menacingly. In that instant, consumed by rage, he lifted his foot and kicked straight at Rosalind Quill’s stomach.
Caleb Lowell saw what was happening and was about to step in, but a figure flashed past him.
Jane Lancaster managed to pull Rosalind Quill aside just in time to avoid a critical blow. But it all happened too fast, and the distance was too short. The kick still landed on Rosalind’s hip, sending her sprawling to the ground.
As for Jason Miller, he was grabbed and flung aside, collapsing in a heap. After a stunned moment, he started clutching his body and groaning in pain.
Caleb Lowell’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the newcomer. "Jasper Sterling."
Jasper Sterling leisurely pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers, and then tossed it disdainfully onto Jason Miller’s face.
"Shall I call the police for you?" he asked, his smile refined and courteous. "Or perhaps, I should give your Third Brother a call?"
Jason Miller’s pupils constricted. "So it was you!"
He’d heard Caleb Lowell say the name "Jasper Sterling," but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out when he had crossed such a powerful figure.
He was kicking himself. He really, truly should not have come today!
Jane Lancaster said, "Call the police."
"No, no, no! Don’t call the police!" Rosalind Quill cried, rushing to shield her husband. "This is just a fight between husband and wife. It’s none of your business."
Ignoring the pain in her own body, she helped Jason Miller up, her heart aching for him. She even shot a resentful glare at Jasper Sterling.
Mama Knight couldn’t take it anymore. "You’re hopelessly stupid! If it weren’t for our young lady and Young Master Sterling, you would have been beaten to a pulp!"
Rosalind Quill refused to believe her husband would have been so vicious. "My husband would never treat me like that! Who asked you to butt in?"
Jane Lancaster said, "I said we should call the police because you ruined my wedding dress."
Rosalind Quill had fallen on the dress, and in her haste to get up, she’d torn the fabric.
Jane Lancaster’s expression was impassive.
’Do they think I’m calling the police for her sake? They’re really overthinking this. Do I look like that nice of a person?’
Caleb Lowell pursed his lips. His male pride told him he had to do something.
"Jay."
Jane Lancaster looked up at him, her eyes perfectly calm. "Are you going to tell me to let it go? That’s fine. It’s your money, after all."
’If you want to be a pushover and pay for it, be my guest. It’s no skin off my back.’
"No. I was going to say they have to pay for it!" Caleb Lowell turned to glare at the Miller couple.
Jane Lancaster was a little surprised.
’He didn’t tell me to let it go? When did he get a clear head?’
Rosalind Quill was defiant. "Fine, we’ll pay! You think we can’t afford it?" She couldn’t stand being humiliated over and over; she was determined to get some dignity back.
Jason Miller’s face went pale. Gritting his teeth, he walked over, apologized to Caleb Lowell in a low voice, and then paid the compensation on the spot after the shop assessed the damages.
Rosalind Quill shot a triumphant look at Mama Knight. "See that? My husband and I are a team. Look how much he loves me."
At this point, even Pauline Shaw couldn’t stand it anymore. How could this woman be so dense?
’Her husband only paid because he’s scared of my cousin!’
"Your husband was just about to beat you in public, and you’re gloating? You should really go see what’s going on at that Regalia address."
Rosalind Quill faltered for a second but quickly put up a brave front. "I’m not falling for your tricks! You’re just trying to drive a wedge between my husband and me!"
But the panic in her eyes betrayed her flagging confidence.
Pauline Shaw scoffed. "That wedding dress isn’t cheap. Your husband just had to fork over a huge sum of money. You wait and see if he doesn’t take it out on you when you get home. He abandoned his own son—what makes you think he loves you? How can you be so naive at your age?"
Rosalind Quill finally broke. "Shut up! Just shut your mouth!"
Just then, Jason Miller emerged from paying the shop. With a dark expression, he grabbed her and started walking. "You’re coming home with me."
"No, I’m not going..." Rosalind Quill started to throw another tantrum but was dragged out the door.
The moment the two stepped outside, a sharp "SLAP!" echoed back into the shop. Everyone’s head snapped toward the door.
Jason Miller was seen striding away, while Rosalind Quill stood there, holding her cheek. She looked blankly at the wealthy socialite standing nearest to her. "He... he hit me again?"
The socialite discreetly took a few steps back.
No one pitied her. No one stepped forward to offer comfort. There was only the cold indifference of onlookers.
After all, she had just insisted it was a private family matter and told everyone not to meddle. Turns out, everyone was very good at taking advice.
Pauline Shaw couldn’t resist a sneer. "Hitting is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love. If there’s no hitting or scolding, there’s no love."
Jane Lancaster, who had just finished changing, came out and shot her a frosty look.
’What’s there to gloat about? Yes, the woman is abrasive and foolish, but does that make it right to condone domestic violence?’
’Then again, the two of you are two peas in a pod. Both hopelessly love-struck and deaf to any advice. It’s really the pot calling the kettle black.’