Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 273: I Have No Right to Forgive Anyone for You
In Elias Langley’s eyes, always steady and calm, there first flickered a trace of unbelievable horror, quickly drowned by overwhelming discomfort.
But all of this was just fleeting, forcibly calmed down by him.
He was her backbone, her dependence, he could not let her feel despair.
"It’s okay," he gently brushed her fairly neat bangs, "the doctor said this might happen, but it won’t last too long."
Upon hearing this, Juliana Jacobs’s anxious brow indeed relaxed.
"Is that so? It almost scared me to death."
Elias Langley kissed the back of her hand and called the doctor.
By the time the examination was over, it was already late at night, Juliana Jacobs had a strong concussion response and fell asleep before the examination was completed.
Her current primary issue is blindness in her left eye.
However, the doctor mentioned this is likely temporary functional loss caused by hematoma pressure. The key is to see after 48 hours, when the hematoma begins to dissipate, how the optic nerve function recovers to determine if there is irreversible damage, and the final degree of vision restoration.
The news isn’t the worst, but Elias Langley’s jaw remained tense.
At this moment, Raine Kane stepped out of the darkness.
"When Miss Jacobs was admitted and yesterday evening, there were two groups of people attempting to collect her biological samples, but they didn’t succeed."
Elias Langley’s eyes darkened.
Raine Kane continued, "The bloodstains left when she was injured yesterday in the company lobby, we cleaned them up immediately. After her admission, from emergency to examination, all the medical staff who interacted with her were our people, so there’s absolutely no risk of her biological samples being leaked."
"Two groups of people?" Elias Langley’s gaze swept past the door of the ward, sighed, "Since they haven’t given up, why bother?"
Raine Kane was full of questions, not understanding his words.
At this moment, Sinclair Manor.
Marcus Sinclair rushed back from outside, Susan opened the door.
After entering, he slightly bowed to Mrs. Sinclair, who was seated.
"Miss Jacobs has woken, but... her left eye is blind."
Susan couldn’t believe it, "Blind? Is it that severe? Are the doctors exaggerating the condition?"
"Susan!" Mrs. Sinclair’s expression turned stern, stopping her.
Susan quickly said, "Madam, I’m concerned about the Third Miss Sinclair. If she is blind, once Juliana pursues this, things will get tricky."
Mrs. Sinclair no longer looked at her, turning her gaze to Marcus Sinclair, "Where are the items I asked you to get?"
Marcus Sinclair looked troubled, "Son-in-law is highly vigilant, and the attending doctor and nurses are all his people. All of Miss Jacobs’s biological samples were destroyed on-site after necessary testing, I had no chance at all. Even the news about her blindness was found out after great effort."
Mrs. Sinclair hummed, "Protected so comprehensively... it seems he has deep feelings for her."
"But the doctor said the blindness might be temporary." Marcus Sinclair said.
Susan’s tone carried discontent upon hearing this.
"Son-in-law did marry the Eldest Miss’s status, this affection, he placed it wrongly."
"Don’t say that." Mrs. Sinclair frowned.
"Madam," Susan defended Isabelle Sinclair, "our investigation showed that Juliana entered the orphanage at 13 and was adopted by the Linton Family, while the Eldest Miss disappeared at 12, a time difference of one year, she couldn’t possibly be the Eldest Miss. Besides, if she were, she would’ve long since possessed..."
"Enough!" Mrs. Sinclair’s expression suddenly darkened.
Susan promptly shut her mouth.
Marcus Sinclair pondered for a while, softly said, "Son-in-law tends to spread mist in his dealings, making it hard for people to see clearly. But this time his high-profile protection of Miss Jacobs seems to deliberately invite speculation."
Mrs. Sinclair raised a hand to rub her throbbing temple, an exhaustion swept over her.
"Perhaps... she really isn’t."
As the words fell, an indescribable bitterness silently spread.
"Maybe, I should accept reality. There aren’t really that many miracles in this world."
...
Juliana woke again the next afternoon.
The concussion symptoms made her unable to eat anything.
Fortunately, she had Elias Langley’s patient company.
Until the third day did her condition improve.
The left eye regained some light perception, but objects remained blurred.
Seeing her still lacking appetite, Elias Langley conjured a bag of preserved orange peel, picked a piece, cautiously handed it to her lips.
"Try this."
Juliana ate a piece, a sweetness and sourness spread in her mouth, indeed sparking a bit of appetite.
Seeing her reaction, Elias Langley immediately picked up the nearby warm chicken porridge, blew on half a spoon carefully to cool it, and then fed it to her lips.
"Be good, you have to eat to get better."
With a mouthful of warm porridge, Juliana felt her blood circulating through her body.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, she finally fully awoke, followed by a strong hunger.
A bowl of porridge was hardly enough to sate her empty stomach.
As if seeing through her thoughts, Elias Langley gently touched her forehead, and then softly stopped her.
"Two days without food, today you should eat less and more often. Bear with it, there are more good things later."
Look, that’s just how he is.
Managing her meticulously in every aspect.
Therefore, as a child, Juliana once half complained and half depended on him with a nickname—’Controller.’
Whenever he wouldn’t allow her to do something she longed for, she would call him that to his face.
"Elias Langley..."
The man was focused on wiping her hand, responding softly, "Hmm?"
Juliana’s lips pursed, determinedly said, "I want to report to the police, get an injury assessment."
Elias Langley continued his action, only after thoroughly cleaning each of her fingers did he slowly put down the towel, handing her a phone.
Juliana’s gaze locked onto him, "This time, I won’t let Isabelle Sinclair off."
Elias Langley gently held her in his arms, "My entanglement with the Sinclair Family is my business. Mrs. Sinclair pleaded, wanting me not to do anything to Isabelle Sinclair, I can’t refuse, I agreed, but it’s me, not you. I have no right to forgive anyone on your behalf."
This time Isabelle Sinclair’s behavior amounts to intentional injury.
Juliana originally thought Elias Langley would say something superficially supportive, actually advising her to weigh the pros and cons, unexpectedly he was so unabashed.
She no longer hesitated, firmly dialed the police.
Elias Langley solemnly watched from the side, listening to her communicate with the authorities, her voice calm, the narrative coherent and unrushed, the heaviness lingering in his eyes gradually eased, secretly letting out a breath.
At this moment, Raine Kane came in, reporting: "Mr. Paxton and his wife have arrived."
Elias Langley didn’t speak; the decision to see them rested with Juliana, not him.
Juliana pondered for two seconds, "Let them in."
Raine Kane was about to leave, Elias Langley stated, "About Isabelle Sinclair, my wife has already reported to the police, but she needs to rest, so follow-up tasks are for you to oversee."
Raine Kane was momentarily stunned, nodded, "Understood."
In less than two minutes, Sean Paxton entered with his wife, carrying gifts.
"How’s my sister-in-law feeling now?"
Sean Paxton wore an appropriately concerned expression, his gaze first turning to the bedridden Juliana.
Rather than calling her "President Jacobs" or "Mrs. Langley," he affectionately called her "sister-in-law," showing how deep his relationship with Elias Langley was.
