Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Qiji Stayed Up All Night, Jing Apologizes
"Really not coming to my place?"
Elaine looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes gentle, her voice soft.
"No, to avoid disturbing your peaceful life, I won’t go." Claire Green smiled and said, "I’m leaving."
She turned around, waved her hand, and her figure blended into the darkness.
Staring at her back for a while, Elaine finally smiled; this girl now dares to say anything.
But that’s good too.
Compared to before, she liked the current Claire Green more.
...
Taking a taxi back to the neighborhood, Claire Green’s cold eyes glanced to the left, then walked to the right.
Opening the long-sealed house, she didn’t turn on the lights and casually threw herself onto the sofa.
Suddenly.
A low laugh escaped her throat, sarcastic and repressed.
Indeed, once you get used to the hustle and bustle, the quiet feels uncomfortable.
At this time, the phone rang abruptly.
Claire Green took it out and glanced at the caller, raising one eyebrow, answered it on speaker, and an anxious and concerned voice came through.
"Are you hurt?"
"Old Cat told you." Claire Green pressed her brow and asked nonchalantly.
Old Cat must have known since it trended, but it surprised her that there was no call.
Hearing this.
Victoria Windsor frowned tightly, "So it’s true, I’m coming over now."
Hearing the commotion over the phone, Claire Green chuckled, "It’s just a minor injury, no need to come."
Victoria Windsor immediately retorted, "In your eyes, there’s no such thing as a major injury, but Old Cat even sent us a video."
The entire fruit knife had plunged into her waist, anyone would know that the wound definitely needed stitches, yet she called it a minor injury.
Finally.
"I’ve stopped Drake White and the others; if you don’t let me come over, then you’ll have the entire M.K. squad showing up."
"Threatening me," Claire Green’s eyes lifted slightly, her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her voice hoarse, "You can try."
Hearing the threat in her words, Victoria Windsor paused, then compromised after a moment of silence, "I won’t come, but promise me there won’t be a next time."
To her, the life and death of others were irrelevant, but J as a partner and sister, no one’s life could compare to hers.
Claire Green understood she was concerned about her and softly responded.
Receiving the satisfactory answer, Victoria Windsor finally eased her brows, "Oh right, be careful not to let the wound get wet when you shower tonight, and it might get inflamed and cause a fever; let Julian Sia keep an eye on it..."
Listening to the lengthy instructions on the phone, Claire Green’s eyes showed a sudden, lazy disbelief, "When did you become so nagging, forget my identity?"
"Healers do not heal themselves," Victoria Windsor replied helplessly.
"Nagging."
She hung up the phone and lazily walked upstairs.
...
At the same time, in the elegant yard of the same neighborhood, the atmosphere was particularly chilling.
Isabella Xyler looked at the time on her phone, worry filled her heart, and her eyes carried blame for the man.
If Julian hadn’t left in anger, then Olivia wouldn’t still be missing.
Just then.
Charles Jordan walked in quickly, and all eyes turned to him.
"Mr. Julian, we’ve already checked that after Miss Green left the hospital, she went to a bookstore, had a meal with the owner, and now..."
He cautiously glanced at the man’s expression, "We don’t know where she is now."
He had a thought he wasn’t sure he should voice, but if he guessed correctly, J probably hid her tracks afterwards.
Upon hearing this, Old Man Sia was furious, pointing at the man, "Are you satisfied now?"
Julian Sia lowered his gaze, his dark and deep eyes unfathomable.
"Charles, lock down all airports and train stations, and pull up all the surveillance in Bayne City."
The man’s voice was deep, but if listened to carefully, one would find a bit of tremor.
Mason Quinn and the others exchanged glances, was Mr. Julian scared?
Over here.
Claire Green finished her shower and directly lay down to sleep.
Sure enough, as Victoria Windsor said, she started to develop a fever in the middle of the night. Her already light sleep was disturbed, sweat beading on her forehead, with red eyes.
Feeling the discomfort in her body, Claire Green tutted; the last time she had a fever was right after she arrived.
Dragging herself to pour a glass of water, looking out at the pitch-black night, her eyes darkened.
In her mind suddenly his expression at the hospital earlier surfaced, and for a moment, a faint curve appeared on her lips, but no light in her eyes.
She could save the lives of others but couldn’t save herself.
Setting the glass down, she returned to bed, but this time she didn’t close her eyes, scenes flashing through her mind.
Lying in bed, she didn’t know a certain man was turning Bayne City inside out looking for her.
Morning.
Sunlight filtered through the glass into the room, and the girl who hadn’t slept all night trembled her eyelashes, the cold eyes now with red veins, her brows full of annoyance.
Reaching for her phone, she only then realized it had powered off from low battery unknowingly.
She pressed her aching temples, charging and restarting the phone.
As soon as it was turned on, a call came in immediately.
Claire Green’s finger paused briefly, then only answered slowly as the ringtone was about to end.
As soon as she connected, an eager, tearful voice came through, "Olivia, where are you?"
"At home," Claire Green’s voice was hoarse as she replied.
Isabella Xyler was stunned for a moment, the Song Manor might be sealed, but Mr. Julian searched there yesterday and found no one.
She spoke softly, "Where?"
"Sent you the address."
Saying that, she hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.
She touched her forehead temperature, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile.
Isabella looked at the address on her phone and immediately said, "Mr. Julian, Olivia is in this neighborhood, not far from us."
Before she could finish the sentence.
The phone was snatched by a pair of evenly boned hands, and the man stared at the address for two seconds, then strode out.
The others hurriedly followed.
...
Claire Green had just come downstairs when the doorbell rang. She paused, then walked over lazily.
What is meant to come, will come eventually.
Opening the door, seeing the man standing at the entrance, her eyes showed a hint of surprise. The man’s eyes had dark circles, red veins throughout, leaving one to wonder who was actually the patient.
"You..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the man wrapped his large hand around her and pulled her into his arms.
Just then.
She heard the man’s hoarse voice in her ear.
"Ah Jin, I’m sorry."
The arriving group led by Mason Quinn heard these words, all with looks of disbelief; Mr. Julian actually apologized.
Perhaps he himself was unaware, ever since meeting Claire Green, he was no longer the calm and composed Julian he used to be.
The current him would get jealous, fearful, angry, and gradually display warmth.
Feeling the man’s emotions, Claire Green smiled faintly, "Did big brother go stealing last night?"
She said, leading him by the hand into the house.
Julian Sia looked down at their interlocked hands without a blink.
As soon as they sat down on the sofa, he saw the girl letting go and about to leave, without thinking, he immediately held onto her again.
"Ah Jin wants to leave?"
His usually deep voice now hoarse and tinged with uncertainty.
In response.
Claire Green’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she intently gazed at him, "What if I say yes?"