Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Suffering the Consequences, Who Can You Blame?
Warren Prescott used to note the full name for Rosalind Lynch to distinguish the Lynch sisters, while he noted "Rosy" for her younger sister, Jillian Lynch.
Back then, he thought Jillian was obedient and well-behaved, treating her like his own sister. But now, seeing the name "Rosy" only made him feel disgusted.
For all those years, he must have been blind and foolish, mistaking black for white and assuming white was black.
Thinking about it now, he felt suffocated.
He was about to directly block and delete the contact when he heard Ashley Shaw say, "Pick up the call, what I have to say is related to her."
She wasn’t willing to explain again, so she decided to confront Jillian Lynch face-to-face in front of Warren.
Warren naturally did whatever Ashley Shaw said.
Upon hearing this, he pressed the answer button and turned on the speakerphone.
As soon as the speaker was on, Jillian Lynch’s voice came out from the phone.
"Ashley Shaw! You shameless beast!"
Ashley Shaw was momentarily stunned.
She had told Jillian it would take five minutes before she returned the phone to Warren. Was Jillian born with a pinched brain, stunting its development?
Warren’s eyes darkened, like a storm was brewing, ready to destroy everything.
Jillian Lynch on the other end of the phone was completely oblivious, continuing her tirade.
"Bitch! Did you snitch to my dad earlier? Because of you, I got beaten by my dad!"
"I’m telling you! This isn’t over! I won’t let you get away with this!"
"Just wait and see, I’ll expose more of your dirt on the super topic!"
"You’re obviously Leon Zeller’s girlfriend, yet you’re still messing around with Warren. What would happen if Warren knew?"
"I’m telling you, Warren has a terrible temper. Once he finds out, you won’t have any good outcomes!"
"Bitch! The daughter of a maid, destined for a lowly life! Just one man isn’t enough for you, and you dare two-time!"
"You have the guts to fool around, let’s see if you have the life for it!"
Ashley Shaw found it both absurd and amusing, looking at Warren with a complicated expression.
The veins on Warren’s forehead twitched twice.
In the next instant, he spoke coldly, "You’re right, my temper is indeed very bad."
"..."
On hearing Warren’s voice, the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.
Though the phone couldn’t show Jillian Lynch’s face, Ashley Shaw could imagine her expression now.
It must be uglier than when she came out of the pool.
Not her fault, she had kindly warned her.
Probably, this is what they call getting what you deserve!
Exposing the side you least want to in front of Warren, who else to blame?
"That night at the pool, my mom thought you were just young and immature. I wonder how she’d feel hearing you say all this. Coincidentally, my phone has a recording function, I’ll send it to her later."
"W-Warren..."
"Don’t call me that, I never knew I had a sister with such a filthy mouth. My mom couldn’t give birth to someone who speaks so foully."
"Filthy mouth," Warren used the term too.
He never held back his words, known for his sharp tongue, even if the other was just a young girl.
Sure enough, Jillian Lynch broke down, hearing "My mom couldn’t give birth to someone with such a dirty mouth," she immediately burst into tears.
"Don’t rush to cry, the time for that hasn’t come yet. Just wait, it won’t be long."
After speaking, Warren directly hung up the call.
Ashley Shaw put herself in Jillian’s shoes; she’d probably be scared to death by now.
But thinking about how Jillian nearly drowned Ariana, she felt no sympathy at all.
"How do you plan to deal with this?" Ashley Shaw asked.
As a victim, she was entitled to ask.
"Give me three days, I promise to give you a satisfactory answer." He seemed earnest.
Warren’s words made Ashley Shaw decide to trust him this once.
"Alright."
Warren fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Don’t take to heart what she said."
"If I took those words to heart, you guys would’ve pissed me off long ago."
"You guys," she said, hitting the nail on the head.
A stiff expression appeared on Warren’s face.
But Ashley Shaw didn’t say it intentionally, she just blurted it out without thinking.
Upon realizing it, she suddenly felt a bit awkward, covering her nose and coughing dryly: "Ahem..."
Fortunately, just then, Warren’s phone started ringing.
After listening for a few seconds, he said "okay" and got up from the sofa saying, "I have a meeting to attend, rest here for now. If you’re tired, there’s a room inside. If you’re hungry, eat the snacks here or have Mark buy some for you."
For a moment, Ashley Shaw felt like Warren was treating her like a kid.
Then, Warren suddenly pointed to the coffee table.
"Put the ice pack in the refrigerator in the break room, it should freeze in about half an hour. Use it afterwards."
Ashley Shaw glanced in the direction Warren pointed and saw the melted ice pack on the coffee table.
Beside the ice pack was a carefully placed new towel.
Her eyelids twitched softly.
Before sending mineral water earlier in the morning, Assistant Mark had mentioned it to her.
A series of events followed, and she forgot about it.
At the time, she thought it was Assistant Mark’s keen observation, but it turned out... it was Warren’s idea.
For a moment, she couldn’t tell what she felt inside.
Looking up again, Warren had already stepped out.
Seeing the now-closed office door, Ashley Shaw relaxed her tense spine.
Her hand brushed over the towel, picking up the ice pack to find the refrigerator.
If Warren could see the handprint on her face, then Leo might be able to as well.
For safety’s sake, to prevent Leo from worrying about her, it might be better to ice it.
Though she circled the office, she didn’t see a refrigerator.
Suddenly recalling that Assistant Mark mentioned a break room, could it be in there?
Looking in the direction Assistant Mark pointed earlier, she saw a small wooden door.
Pushing it open, the inside was arranged like a hotel room, with everything a hotel room would have, even a shower room.
Judging by the wear and tear, Warren must have rested here several times already.
She always knew Warren was career-driven, but she hadn’t expected him to start so early.
He really deserved his fortune.
Ashley Shaw crouched down, pulling open the small fridge door under the desk.
Just as she was about to place the ice pack inside, she saw the cute, colorful donut cakes from earlier in the morning.
Warren sure has an unexpected sweet tooth.
She placed the ice pack inside and didn’t linger in the break room.
Given her status, it wasn’t appropriate to stay in Warren’s sleeping quarters.
Warren left and never returned.
Ashley Shaw, though glad to be free, accidentally fell asleep on the sofa a few times.
It was only thanks to the ice compress that she woke up a bit.
But the relief from the ice was short-lived, and soon, she fell asleep again.
In a daze, she suddenly felt warm breath blowing across her cheek.
Instinctively, she opened her eyes and saw Warren’s face magnified several times over.