Chapter 369 - No Way He Is Responsible
Jerlina found something snap inside her head as she read that news. Every article was not very detailed and was very ambiguous probably because the entire details aren't officially released yet.
But the news would imply that Emma is dead and that Joel is responsible for her death.
Emma is dead? Dead? Seriously?
And Joel... Why would he even hurt his sister?
She dialled Jeremy but he wasn't answering. She wanted to panic; she wanted to worry; she wanted to breakdown. The tips of her fingers started to chill and she thought that she might get giddy as she stood up.
But when her hand ended up on her belly, reflexively, she got hit in the head with rationality. Panicking would do nothing to help. She cannot afford to waste time.
"Gordon!" She jumped down from the bed and ran out of the room.
She almost banged on his chest as she stepped out of the room. He probably was waiting by her room.
Gordon who was expecting some reaction from her, steadied her by holding her shoulders, "Careful, Mil-"
"Where is he, Gordon?" Jerlina held the lapel of his tailored suit. "Where's Joel?"
She didn't care about anything but Jeremy; Jeremy - her husband and the father of her child.
"Calm down, Milady!" Gordon's tried to calm her down first and foremost. She is in the early stages of her pregnancy and getting stressed won't be good for her. The Grandsire is eagerly holding his life to meet his great-grandchild's baby.
"We are all here for you and-"
"Where is my husband?" Jerlina squinted her eyes and grabbed his collars with no reluctance. "Answer me!"
"He's in the police station giving-"
As he was speaking, she let go of his collars and ran towards the stairs.
"... he's giving statements regarding the incident happened in his office involving- Just be careful, Milady!" Gordon ran behind her.
She is his lady and he didn't have the authority to stop her. But he can advise her.
"You are not wearing shoes and your hair and makeup is all messy. You look like you've just woken up and there is press everywhere. I don't think you'd appreciate getting filmed while you're-"
"Is she dead?" Jerlina turned as she reached down the stairs and asked Gordon.
"Not yet... she's-"
"I'll take the Porsche. The traffic..." Jerlina scratched the back of her head. "Who informed the press? Ugh! He angered a lot of political people recently, not to mention others... They would be rejoicing now that my Joel is trapped in this..." She rubbed her forehead.
"How can we..."
Gordon was impressed. He thought she is just panicking, but she hasn't lost her rationality. He wouldn't have blamed her if in such a hectic situation, she lost to her emotions and becomes a mess, but she is still holding her rationale.
She truly carries the Grandsire's blood! She truly is a leader who can achieve greatness!
Gordon walked to her. "It's under control, Milady. You can rest until-"
"I know..."
Jerlina nodded staring in his eyes. She could see that Gordon is not bluffing and he looked very calm signifying that his plans are working as he wants to. But she didn't want to leave everything to him and more importantly, she didn't want to be left out.
She walked to the bathroom and fixed her messy hair with her hands. She fixed her smudged makeup with a tissue to not look so unpresentable and wore her flat shoes.
"I understand that from now on it would be all about the PR, right?" she looked at Gordon. "His company's stock prizes cannot fall. And he cannot stay in the police station for long. He should be allowed to leave. Get a driver for me, Gordon. Someone who knows how to navigate through a crowd... I'll be going to the police station to bring my husband back home."
She truly believed that Jeremy wouldn't have anything to do with how Emma got hurt. And so she didn't think there would be a chance for Jeremy to get arrested. And she hoped that Emma pulls through.
So it would be necessary to take care of the other stuff.
"Yes, Milady!"
Gordon contacted someone through his phone. He couldn't even show his face outside because then people would start assuming that he is plotting something, which he definitely is, but the public cannot know this.
Gordon was impressed to see her bright and with a plan. She understands what needs to be the priority is the company, but by choosing to visit her husband rather than the company, she shows devotion as a wife.
But knowing her, she truly wants to support her husband who is in a tough situation rather than doing this for PR purposes.
But still, it is rather wise of his Lady to follow the advise of the PR people, although it is enough for her to stay home and rest.
Her clothes are wrinkled and with little makeup, she looks tired and in a hurry. There is a campaign in social media already blaming the Lady for manipulating her husband into killing her enemy. But her appearance is going to be proving others who she is - a genuine person, who cannot deceive.
She is a good person, undeniably, but this is the time for her to be vigilant, for a single misstep from her could cause serious damages to their reputation and their life.
"Do not answer a single question from the press, Milady," Gordon advised.
Jerlina sat at the back of the car as the driver drove through the gates. There were a bunch of media vans and reporters with their fluffy microphones and cameras standing by the gate already and they had to push through to pass them.
Jerlina didn't feel the need to cover her face. She did nothing wrong. Her husband wouldn't have done anything wrong either and so she had no need to be ashamed of.
They reached the police station in the Port City where Jeremy was at and there were a very big crowd around the police station already. The reporters who were back at their home must have informed the others of her departure from home and they were already waiting for her arrival there.
Jerlina was stunned as the reporters started to get too close to the car and someone from the distance were already throwing an egg at the windshield. A couple of people who were near there started to bang on the car.
"Don't panic, Milady," the driver was calm. "They won't hurt you."
Jerlina didn't know how that driver can be that sure, but she wasn't very keen on getting to the bottom of it either. But he didn't look like a mere driver who drives cars. With his well developed muscles and his alert nature, he seemed to be much more.
Won't he says... so are these people arranged by... Ugh! I cannot think too much.
But she thought it would be beneficial and would help her garner sympathy. A pitiful wife getting cursed at and attacked by a mob would invoke the sympathy of the general public.
They reached the parking lot of the police station and the police there tried to stop her from entering.
"Tell them that you have to file a report. They should let you in," the "driver" advised and Jerlina repeated it.
"I should ask for protection," she added. "I am getting death threats! You cannot turn me back from a public building like this."
She hasn't checked her personal messages. But in this situations there would usually be one or two psychos slipping in the DMs threatening to do untoward stuff to her. She trusted the nature of humans.
The cops had to lead her in. And they formed a protective covering around her so that she won't be attacked. Jerlina looked to her side to see a big crowd, pushing and chanting loudly against Jeremy and her heart skipped a beat.
It's bad...
*Bang*
As she was about to step inside the police station, a gun went off. Chaos ensued in the crowd and people started to disperse.
"Die b*tch!"
The shout of a man made Jerlina turn. Just by the barricade she saw a middle-aged man holding a revolver at her.
*Bang* *Bang*
The gun went off again.
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