Chapter 253 The Plea for Mercy
With his back to me, he said in a low voice, “Get those stray hairs for me, will you? I can’t
seem to reach them.”
Really? With arms that long?
I was ready to tease him about it, but then I noticed a few hairs clinging to his shoulder
blades. I bit back my comment, stepped behind him, and reached out to help.
We had been married for a while, and I had touched his body more times than I could
count, but right then, those few seconds made him tense up, and I could not stop my face
from turning red.
“All done,” I murmured after I finished, stepping back.
The air felt charged with an unspoken tension. Not trusting myself to stay, I quickly made
my exit without waiting for him to speak, heading downstairs.
Charles walked in just as I reached the living room. He paused, then greeted me.
He looked like he had something on his mind, so I nodded toward the stairs. “Idris is
upstairs.” Idris had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjust finished changing into his crisp, clean clothes, looking sharp as ever. It appeared. he
had gotten a fresh haircut, too, so short it was almost a buzz cut, which was a bit of a
shocker.
Charles caught sight of Idris and did a double–take, his surprise written all over his face.
Charles was the guy who kept the Youngs‘ empire running smoothly, so he was pretty
good at keeping his cool. In just a second, he was back to his usual composed self.
Idris caught the look, but he did not make a big deal out of it. He just asked, “Grandma’s
up?”
Charles nodded, then after a brief pause, he added, “Jack’s here, hanging around outside.
Madam Young’s place. You might want to check it out.”
He was being all mysterious about it, yet Idris and I could tell something was off.
Jack showing up was not the weird part–it was that Charles said he was outside, not inside.
Madam Young’s courtyard.
What was Jack doing here now?
Without wasting another word, worried that Jack might be bothering Madam Young without
any sense of boundaries, Idris and I headed straight for Madam Young’s courtyard with
Charles.
We got there in a hurry and saw a hefty guy–Jack–standing outside, while Mr. Zachary was
by Madam Young’s side, who seemed to be in the middle of convincing him of something
with a worried frown
Idris did not hesitate. He marched right up to him and asked, “What’s the big idea, Mr.
Zanier?
Jack’s eyes snapped to Idris as soon as he heard him, and he blurted out, “Idris, please, I
am begging you. Let my daughter go. She’s just a kid. She can’t handle jail. Please.”
Just as he was about to drop to his knees, Madam Young quickly intervened, “Jack, get up.
Let’s talk this out. You are the elder here, you should not be bowing to the younger ones–it
is bad luck.” Before she could reach out to help him, Idris stopped her and signaled Mr.
Zachary to take Madam Young inside for a break.
With Madam Young gone, Idris stared down at Jack, who was still on his knees, and said
icily, ” Pleading with me won’t change anything. Christina’s mistake is not something I can
forgive that is not my place.”
Jack, taken aback, looked at me, his eyes wide. He started to kneel again, but I dodged
him. Gone was his usual swagger. He was a picture of humility right now. “Mrs. Scott, I am
begging you, let Christina off the hook. She realizes she messed up. Please, give her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmanother shot. I swear she won’t cause any more trouble.”
I had never been a fan of Jack, but I could not help but feel a twinge of sympathy seeing
him grovel like this for his daughter. I took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Zanier, I get that
you would do anything for your daughter, but I am not above the law. I cannot just say she
is free to go and have it be so. Count your blessings that I am still here. Right now, she is
only facing attempted murder charges. If it had been worse, a few years behind bars
would be the least of her worries.”
Desperation washed over Jack’s face as he begged, “If you drop the charges, she will not
have to face jail time. We can sort this out between us. Whatever you want, I will make it
happen. Just don’t take this to court, and she will not have to serve time.”
1 scrunched my eyebrows, totally out of patience, and blurted out, “There is no way I’m
dropping the lawsuit. When she tried to off me, did she ever think she would face the
music? Mr. Zanier, you spoil your daughter rotten, never bothering to discipline her. Now
it’s time for the cops to step in, and that suits me just fine.”
With that, I strode into Madam Young’s yard, tuning out Jack’s desperate pleas.
I was not in the mood for making up, and I was not going to. Idris’s timely arrival was the
only thing that prevented Jack from being a total mess on the ground, crying her eyes out.
Madam Young was pacing in the yard, peering anxiously outside. When she spotted me,
she rushed over and asked, “What happened? Did you manage to send them packing?”