Chapter 81 Did You Trip Me on Purpose?
No way. There were no cameras in the house back then, and was just me and that old hag.
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No one could’ve known I deliberately delayed calling the ambulance after provoking the old woman’s heart attack.
Not even Mom–who’d been hoping for the hag’s death–knew about it.
Edwin looked at her, his tone gentle. “Helen, you don’t need to explain. Your father isn’t a fool. You’ve always been a filial child–why would I take an outsiders word over yours?“.
Outsider?
Caroline couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “Right. To the three of you, I’m just an outsider. So if this outsider dates an older man or not, it’s none of your damn business, is it?”
But she’d never forget her mother’s death.
And she would get revenge–just not in a way that let Helen off too easily.
The best punishment would be making Helen taste the betrayal of someone she trusted most.
Edwin didn’t see anything wrong with his words. In fact hearing Caroline’s response only confirmed his suspicions about the “older man.”
“As long as you bear the Somerton name, this is my business! From today on, you’re cut off from that old bastard. Go home now and reflect on your actions!”
That tone–she’d heard it too many times.
In the past, Edwin loved barking orders at her. The slightest misstep would earn her a scolding.
Punishments like no meals, or being grounded at home.
Back then, his authority had worked on her.
But he seemed to have forgotten–she wasn’t the same obedient girl anymore.
Why the hell would she listen to him now?
Especially when he was the one falsely accusing her.
All the more reason not to obey his orders.
Ignoring him, Caroline picked up the fruit plate and walked past the three of them.
Then, out of nowhere, something tripped her. Her body lurched forward, out of control.
Crash!
The porcelain plate shattered first, fragments scattering everywhere.
Bracing for impact, Caroline squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around herself–trying to protect her face and vital areas from the sharp shards.
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Chapter 81 Did You Trip Me on Purpose?
She expected pain. Instead, she landed against something warm, firm… and alive,
“Are you okay?”
The voice at her ear was low, laced with concern. Caroline opened her eyes to find herself cradled in Blake’s arms.
Flustered, she pushed herself upright. “Thank you for catching me. I’m fine?
Without him, she’d be bleeding right now,
Her gaze snapped to Helen. “Was it you? Did you trip me on purpose?
She didn’t see who tripped her.
The floor had been clear. Both Helen and Alaina were close enough,
Alaina? Unlikely. She’d never risk causing a scene in public.
But Helen? In their past life, she’d loved pulling stunts like this–humiliating Caroline in front of others.
And after Caroline’s accusation about her mother’s death?
Naturally, Helen wanted to retaliate and vent her anger on Caroline.
Helen’s heart skipped a beat. She had done it.
She’d wanted to see Caroline faceplant, make a fool of herself.
Instead, some gorgeous stranger had swooped in like a damn hero.
The way he’d held Caroline–it made her sick with jealousy.
She’d tripped plenty of times before. Where was her knight in shining armor?
Putting on her best innocent face, Helen lifted her chin. “I didn’t do anything. You weren’t watching where you were going. Stop blaming others for your clumsiness.”
No proof, no crime. What could Caroline even do?,
What could Caroline do to implicate me?
“You did.” Blake’s voice cut through, icy and absolute. “I saw you stick your foot out.”
The certainty in his tone made even Edwin hesitate. He gave Helen a conflicted look.
“Helen. what’s going on?”
The sound of baking porcelain drew the attention of the crowd.
With so many eyes on them, he couldn’t openly defend his daughter.
Tears welled up instantly in Helen’s eyes.
“Dad
you don’t haliane me aithard I swear I didn’t tri harl”
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A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Murmurs rippled through the onlookers.
“Look how upset she is–maybe she really didn’t do it?
“Yeah, she doesn’t seem the type…”
