Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Do You Want to Reincarnate Right Away?

Their conversation reached Mrs. Sinclair’s ears without missing a word.

Mrs. Sinclair stood in the shadow at the corner outside the storage room, with scattered pastries at her feet.

Just now, this "affectionate grandfather and filial grandson" scene fell entirely into her eyes.

She had never imagined that beneath that veneer of warmth and kindness, the old man’s and the young one’s insides could be so twisted.

Old Mr. Sinclair’s expression instantly turned dark, his eyes sharp.

Florence Sinclair was flustered for a moment, but immediately, her eyes welled up with tears, showing her usual grievance and dependence.

"Mom... how come you’re here... Did you hear everything? Please don’t be mad, Grandpa and I... we’re just too afraid of Sinclair Family and Elias being toyed with by Juliana Jacobs, that’s why... that’s why we wanted to rid the Sinclair Family of harm."

Old Mr. Sinclair quickly adjusted his expression, putting on a look of bitter distress.

"Vera, you’ve come just in time. There are things that should be stated frankly. That Juliana, she’s trouble through and through! Ever since she appeared, when has our Sinclair Family ever been peaceful? Elias is a child we raised, he should be loyal to the Sinclair Family, but once she appeared, Elias turned into an ungrateful person. Such a woman cannot stay; don’t be confused."

But Mrs. Sinclair still looked at the old man unwillingly, "No matter how bad she might seem to you, she’s still a living person. Where have you taken her?"

Old Mr. Sinclair snorted coldly from his nose.

"Don’t ask about that. Tomorrow, have Elias report to the police saying she’s missing, then annul the marriage after a while. Florence is free right now, marrying her to Elias would be perfect."

"Dad!" Mrs. Sinclair’s voice shook, "How can you think like this? Breaking up someone’s marriage is wickedness!"

"You’re being foolish!" The old man’s voice was harsh, "Elias Langley’s status is crucial to the Sinclair Family, don’t you understand? Letting him marry a mere name won’t secure him. Only by letting him marry Florence can he ensure our family’s future."

Mrs. Sinclair’s throat felt choked, unable to utter a word.

Florence immediately picked up the conversation, tearfully snuggling beside Mrs. Sinclair.

"Mom, it’s because I love you and this family so much that I dislike Juliana so intensely. As long as Elias is willing to bear a child with the Sinclair blood, I will raise him as my own, forever protecting the Sinclair Family’s interests."

"Look," Old Mr. Sinclair lamented, "even the younger generation has more awareness than you! Vera, from you onwards, Sinclair this household needs proper management."

Mrs. Sinclair stood there, the stubborn light in her eyes gradually extinguishing.

She nodded, ever so slowly and painfully.

Is this... being convinced by them?

Florence and Old Mr. Sinclair exchanged a glance, both appearing pleased.

"With that settled, Florence should go back to her room. She’s suffered greatly staying in this storage room for several days."

Old Mr. Sinclair stated, as he was about to pull Florence back to the main building.

At this moment, Sebastian Sinclair’s figure appeared in the backyard.

Mrs. Sinclair hurriedly ran over to him.

She was so frantic, she almost tripped.

But she didn’t care about anything, immediately saying, "Sebastian, quick, Juliana is in danger. Father took her away, he wants her never to return."

Sebastian’s gaze darkened, shouting, "Caleb!"

Caleb Sinclair understood, immediately having the household guards surround Old Mr. Sinclair and Florence.

Old Mr. Sinclair’s face turned dramatically, thumping his cane heavily.

"Unfilial son! What do you think you’re doing? I am your father!"

With an icy expression, Sebastian responded, "If you break the law, from that moment, you cease to be."

"Ah, you’d raise your hand against your father for the sake of an outsider."

Old Mr. Sinclair said, attempting to wield his cane to hit him, but Caleb ordered people to tie up both Old Mr. Sinclair and Florence.

Twenty minutes later, Elias Langley arrived.

The man wore a frosty expression, his gaze causing Florence to falter inside.

Caleb Donovan, standing beside her, lightly asked, "Do you wish to reincarnate immediately?"

Florence quickly replied, "It has nothing to do with me! It was Grandpa who released me on his discretion, I have no idea what he was planning!"

Beside her, Old Mr. Sinclair couldn’t help but widen his eyes, incredulously looking at the "obedient granddaughter" he had just been vehemently defending, his eyes full of shock.

However, after gasping for breath, he faced Sebastian and the others, rasping, "All of you are bewitched by that witch Juliana, only I am clear-headed, I’m saving the Sinclair Family!"

Elias Langley disdainfully spared him a glance, simply nodding towards Caleb Donovan beside him.

Caleb understood, stepping forward without hesitation, directly delivering a solid punch to Old Mr. Sinclair’s chest!

"Uh..."

The old man couldn’t let out a complete scream, his eyes bulging, his face instantly pale and turning blue, clutching his chest as he fell backwards.

His body convulsed violently, evidently suffering a serious heart impact.

However, as his pupils began to diffuse, another hand quickly approached, expertly tearing open the old man’s shirt and affixing the portable defibrillator electrodes.

"Charge, 200 joules, clear!"

The device buzzed, the old man’s limp body jolted with the electrical pulse.

A moment later, weak heartbeats reappeared on the monitor.

Old Mr. Sinclair gasped heavily like a fish out of water, cold sweat soaking through his clothes, looking at Caleb Donovan with eyes full of mortal fear.

Yet Caleb remained indifferent, raising his fist again.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!!" The old man broke down.

He saw it clearly now.

The other side had the emergency equipment prepared thoroughly, clearly intending to use this method of pulling him back and forth from the brink of death to torture him into confessing.

Elias Langley seemed gentlemanly, but was actually a top-tier ruthless person, fundamentally psychotic.

"It was me who sold her to traffickers... They gave me twelve thousand, I didn’t care about anything else, this morning the driver told me Vera was going to Aetherflame Innovation Center, I realized she was probably going to cause trouble for Juliana, so I told them, the woman speaking with Vera must be Juliana... Anything else, I don’t know..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sinclair couldn’t hold back anymore, the accumulated fear, remorse, and anger exploded instantly. She tremblingly pointed at the old man, losing all dignity for the first time, and yelled curses at him.

"I respected you as my father, but you turned out to be a selfish beast, old beast!"

Old Mr. Sinclair was momentarily dazed by her words; had he become this in the eyes of his daughter-in-law?

Elias Langley finally turned his gaze to the old man, his voice icily sharp.

"Where will those people sell her to?"

The old man lay on the ground, covering his still aching chest, shaking his head.

"I connected through several layers...met via acquaintances, I... I don’t know them, I only know they said they were short of supply in the southwest..."

"Why would these traffickers easily believe you to take on a living person?" Sebastian inquired.

"I... I told a lie, saying... Juliana was my granddaughter, selling a relative poses lower risk, they like taking on this kind of job."

Sebastian immediately closed his eyes.

Elias Langley’s gaze turned sharp, no longer looking at the elderly mess on the ground, quickly giving orders.

"Inform everyone to narrow the search to the southwest. Use all ’gray informants’, utilize all underground channels possible, spare no expense, find her for me! Anyone hiding information, I’ll personally destroy their nest!"

Caleb Donovan took a deep breath, responding seriously, "Understood."

"Mr. Sinclair, the Sinclair Family needs to clean house."

With that, Elias turned and walked towards the door.

"Elias!"

Sebastian called him from behind.

Elias paused but didn’t turn around.

Sebastian slowly wheeled forward, his voice heavy with reluctance.

"You know, the longer this drags on, the less favorable it is for Juliana. Women sold into trafficking, even if rescued, few return home unscathed..."