1r Gifts
Chapter 49 He Bled
Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat when she looked down to find. Timothy in front of her.
She hadn’t expected this man, who was rumored to be cold, temperamental, and ruthless, to suddenly show such warmth.
This unexpected turn left everyone in stunned silence, especially when Sandy suddenly lashed out.
No one imagined Timothy would block in front of Jennifer, taking the hit himself.
Millie, the first to react, rushed to her son’s side, her voice shrill with concern. “Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”
Timothy’s forehead was streaming with blood, a ghastly sight.
Millie, seeing her son injured, turned and slapped Sandy hard across the face, her maternal instincts roaring to life like lioness protecting her cub.
Sandy, reeling from the slap, was furious yet guilty.
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“I was aiming at Jennifer, not Timothy! Who asked him to play the hero?” she spat, her words tinged with resentment.
Mary, protective of her daughter, immediately confronted Millie. “How can you just hit her like that? Sandy’s already been
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injured. What if this makes things worse?”
“She brought it on herself,” Millie retorted, her rationality. eclipsed by her concern for her son.
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“Mary turned to Angelina, her voice quivering with indignation. “Angelina, can you believe what Millic just said? Sandy is her niece, yet she treats her worse than a stranger!”
Unperturbed by the argument, Jennifer fetched some tissues to staunch Timothy’s bleeding, only to find the wound deeper than she anticipated.
“Fetch the first aid kit,” she ordered, her voice tinged with
urgency.
The butler, Oliver Ashworth, snapped out of his daze and hurried to call the family doctor.
Jennifer’s worry deepened as she saw the blood flowing from Timothy’s forehead. “What if this leaves a scar?” she thought, her concern evident.
Angelina, watching the scene unfold, felt a sense of pride.
She thought, “Jennifer truly is the girl I chose. She prioritizes Timothy’s well–being above all.”
The family doctor soon arrived with the medical kit and attended to Timothy’s wound.
Despite the pain, Timothy maintained his composure and
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looked at Jennifer. “Why didn’t you move when she attacked?”
Jennifer had hoped to give Sandy a chance to vent her frustrations and put this incident behind them, for she knew how troublesome matters could become.
Jennifer glanced at Angelina, her expression innocent yet knowing. “I knew Sandy had some anger to vent. I thought if I just stood there and let her release it, it would prevent more drama in the family.
“But I didn’t expect Timothy to step in front of the ashtray for
me.”
Angelina’s heart swelled with pride. “Jennifer, I know you’re a good girl. This isn’t your fault. Sandy has always been spoiled by her family, which is why she acts so recklessly.”
“Grandma, why are you taking her side? I’m the one who got hurt!” Sandy protested, her voice tinged with hurt.
Angelina frowned. “Sandy, that’s enough. Do you really think I can’t see through your tricks? I’ve let your antics slide before, but now that you’re older, and Jennifer has been so patient with you, what more do you want?”
Sandy’s heart ached with indignation as she felt wronged.
She tearfully turned to her mother. “Mom, can’t you see they’re ganging up on me?”
“It’s your fault for hurting Timothy. Your grandmother is right;
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you’ve been spoiled. Go reflect on your actions.”
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Mary, though seething inside, knew they were in the wrong with Timothy injured.
Mary mused, annoyed at Sandy’s stupidity, “When will this idiot ever learn? We had the upper hand initially, but now we’re completely in the wrong.”
With a huff, Sandy stormed off, unwilling to face any more blame.
Jennifer sighed in relief upon seeing Sandy leave.
She quickly turned to Mary, her expression filled with remorse. “I’m so sorry. I’ll try to mend things with Sandy and rebuild our relationship.”
Mary, who had intended to assert her authority, was caught off guard by Jennifer’s proactive apology.
“This cunning girl, trying to play the innocent card,” she thought, seething inside.
Jennifer, with her doe–eyed innocence, asked, “Aunt Mary, are you still upset with me?”
Mary’s patience was wearing thin, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface.
