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“Did you do that to her on purpose because you wanted her jealous? Are you just using me?” Yvonne demanded answers, but Eustace ignored all her questions. She didn’t let it slip. In fact, she didn’t expect an answer from him, for she already knew the truth. Inexplicable rage filled her, and she howled at him, Why? Why did you do this to me? Am I not as good as her? Why can’t you work on accepting me?”
He snickered and said coldly, “Why did I do that to you? Don’t you know that you deserve this? Yvonne, you could’ve had a good life, but you walked down the wrong path. I’m keeping you around because you are of use to me. Else, I would have…” He paused and added, “Did you really believe that the cover-up was perfect? Framing Danika for Steven’s murder? If I want to look into a case, you bet I’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Yvonne stumbled backward in shock. She believed it when he said he was capable of uncovering the truth. Cornered, she bit her lips and gave him a pitiful look. “Eustace, I’m sorry. I drugged you because I had no other choice. We don’t have to get married. In return for your mercy, I’ll get rid of the internet rumors and stay away from you. How does that sound?”
The last thing she wanted was to serve a jail sentence. She’d go mad if she had to serve a life sentence at such a young age.
“Why didn’t you think of showing Danika mercy when you framed her?” Eustace asked aloud. At first, he had wanted to spare Yvonne out of consideration for their longtime friendship, but Yvonne missed the opportunity.
Yvonne stared at her childhood friend, who looked unfamiliar to her right now. Shaking her head, she smiled bitterly. “So you won’t spare me?”
“Turn yourself in at the police station first thing in the morning. If you do that, you could at least save your reputation. You don’t want more trouble,” Eustace ordered.
“He wants me to turn myself in?” she thought, smiling. That was impossible for her-never!
“Okay, I understand your decision.” She nodded and agreed to his proposal, but she had thought of a better idea, which was her only way out.
After Yvonne left, Eustace sighed and headed back to the living room. To his surprise, Old Mr. Quincey was seated on the couch, grinning at him. He thought his grandfather had retired to the bedroom. Feeling uneasy, he walked up to him. “Grandpa, it’s late. Why aren’t you resting?”
“If I did, I would have missed the show.” Old Mr. Quincey chuckled, clearly in a good mood.
“What show?” Eustace questioned.
Since he refused to bring up the topic, Old Mr. Quincey confessed, “You don’t have to keep things from me. I saw everything from the second floor.”
Eustace’s face darkened. “Instead of sleeping at night, you’re peeping on us from your room?”
“How’s that peeping? I could see everything clearly from the window on the second floor. It’s not my fault.
Old Mr. Quincey made a sad face at his grandson. Indeed, he didn’t plan to spy on anyone. He coincidentally witnessed the backyard scene between Eustace and Danika while he was strolling on the second floor.”
Eustace rolled his fists in embarrassment. He would have acted on his anger had Old Mr. Quincey not been his grandfather.
“Don’t be shy! I’ve been through these youthful shenanigans. I promise not to laugh at you,” Old Mr. Quincey remarked with a grin.
“You’d better not!” Eustace looked grim and depressed.
Old Mr. Quincey changed the topic of conversation. “When did you settle things with Danika? And why didn’t you tell me about it? I was worried about you two for a while. But you helping Miss Dickman was a foolish move. Danika is obviously angry at you now. You must look like the textbook case of a jerk in her eyes. ”
When Old Mr. Quincey finished talking, Eustace chuckled and asked, “Is Danika angry? Why do I feel that she doesn’t care?”
He desperately wanted to pick up any emotions, including anger, from Danika’s expression, but he found nothing. She had an air of indifference regarding his relationship with other women or his lack of protection for her.
“You’re blind to the truth. I’m sure Danika’s angry at you,” Old Mr. Quincey assured him.
Eustace glanced at him but wondered if he was telling the truth. After all, his grandpa could say anything just to get them back together. After a pause, he said, “Maybe. Anyway, you don’t have to worry about this. I’ll handle it.”
“You will?” Old Mr. Quincey sounded unconvinced. “You’d better not mess up and anger her even more.” Judging from Eustace’s actions, he might come up with ways to make Danika hate him more.
Eustace glared at Old Mr. Quincey and wondered, “Is he really my grandpa?”
“I’m going home. You should rest early.” Eustace gave up on arguing with his grandpa because it was futile. Old Mr. Quincey chuckled and said, “Why don’t you stay the night? You’ll be alone in Quincey Mansion anyway.” Speechless, Eustace knew that Old Mr. Quincey was hitting where it hurt the most, and he left without looking back. 1
Old Mr. Quincey was fine with Eustace not staying because he only casually suggested it anyway. Feeling jolly, he said to Warren, “Didn’t I say they’re a good match? Take my word for it-they’ll be back together in no time. It’s their destiny.”
“You’re right,” Warren concurred and nodded.
It was midnight when Danika was done packing her luggage at Perry Residence. However, sleep eluded her as the memories from the secluded corner with Eustace occupied her mind. She was bothered by the kiss on the lips that didn’t happen and further upset by the thought of Eustace speaking up for Yvonne. She tossed and turned on the bed but could not fall asleep. Finally, she gave up and opened her laptop to work.
At the Dickmans’, Yvonne shut herself in her room to throw a fit. Once she was finished, she marched into the study.
“Dad!” she called out to George Dickman, who stared at her without warmth.
“What’s the matter? Did your trip not go smoothly?” He was asking for the sake of it because he knew how it went, judging from Yvonne’s outburst in her bedroom next door.
She nodded at him and said, “I will marry Sam Bloom.”
“Oh?’ George was surprised. He thought she came to ask for more time.
She explained, “I gave it some thought. I’d rather marry Sam Bloom than marry someone like Eustace Quincey. He clearly doesn’t love me. At least that fatso isn’t as difficult as Eustace.”
She understood that her hands would be tied if she married Eustace. She’d have to submit to him. However, things would be different if she married Sam Bloom. She had a few interactions with that fatso before and concluded that he was naive. She believed she could one day control the Blooms’ wealth if she executed her plan well.
Since there was a slim chance that she could marry Eustace or take over the Dickmans, her only hope lay with the Blooms.