Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 299: Am I Hindering Your Performance Here?
"Then why don’t you go wake her up?"
Florence Sinclair: "..."
"While you’re at it, ask her who killed her in prison?"
Florence Sinclair’s pupils trembled suddenly.
"Husband, how can you speak about your daughter like that?" Mrs. Sinclair said from the side.
Sebastian Sinclair turned to her with a gentle expression, "I’m teaching her to think rationally."
Florence Sinclair smiled awkwardly.
"Sebastian, is it alright for you to leave the hospital room? When are you going back?" Old Mr. Sinclair asked.
Sebastian Sinclair looked at Old Mr. Sinclair and said in a neutral tone, "Am I hindering your performance here?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Old Mr. Sinclair was furious, "I’m worried about you, how can you say such a thing."
Sebastian Sinclair’s gaze suddenly became cold and intense, "I’ve dedicated my life to research, and now the Sinclair Family’s mourning hall has become a place for nonsensical rituals. You spilled blood and oppressed the younger generation today; have you considered how you’re disgracing our ancestors?"
Old Mr. Sinclair immediately looked feeble, clutching his chest and responding with a trembling voice, "You’ve been sick for so many years. I managed this family for you, yet you show no gratitude and only criticize."
"Dad, that’s not what Sebastian means." Mrs. Sinclair quickly interjected.
Old Mr. Sinclair gestured for her to stop speaking, continuing to stare at Sebastian Sinclair boldly.
"Isabelle is your daughter, and her ashes are right there. Not only are you not grieving, but you’re also siding with outsiders. I invited the Daoist to perform rites for her, yet you call it witchcraft. Sebastian, where is your conscience?"
As his words fell, Raine Kane walked in carrying "Master Wallace" from outside.
Once close enough, he threw the person directly in front of Old Mr. Sinclair.
Old Mr. Sinclair nearly lost his balance, and Florence quickly supported him with a flattering smile.
"After subduing this person, he bit down on a poison capsule. I called an ambulance, but there’s probably no hope. He has no fingerprints, and facial recognition yielded no identity records for him."
Raine Kane squatted down and exposed the man’s wrist.
"But from this scorpion tattoo, we can tell he’s from The Zenthian Sea and was trained as a killer from childhood. They have no names or identities, merely tools for murder, so he’s certainly not a Daoist."
The motive was to obtain Juliana Jacobs’ biological samples; Raine Kane believes Elias Langley can see that, so he didn’t say it publicly.
Old Mr. Sinclair was so embarrassed that his cane hit the floor heavily.
"And you think just because you say it’s true, it’s true?"
Raine Kane looked at him, "Don’t speak, or you’ll just expose your ignorance."
"Raine," Juliana Jacobs softly spoke, "give him some face. After all, he’s nothing but stubborn."
"You..."
Old Mr. Sinclair was about to lash out at Juliana Jacobs when Sebastian Sinclair interrupted him.
Sebastian Sinclair looked at Elias Langley, asking, "How should we handle this?"
With his brows slightly furrowed, Elias Langley showed his seriousness.
"Even without an identity, we must investigate how this person entered the country, moved around domestically, and who hired him. We need to uncover the mastermind, bring charges where due. However..."
His tone shifted, as if speaking to someone in particular.
"If this person is also just a pawn, then his fate should be the same as the one lying here."
Florence Sinclair’s brows twitched at his words.
"Dad," Sebastian Sinclair said calmly, "you invited an assassin to perform rites for Isabelle, fearing her resentment would grow."
Old Mr. Sinclair shuddered, his breathing became erratic.
Sebastian Sinclair ceased looking at him and turned to Juliana Jacobs.
"Dear, I apologize for the inconvenience. What compensation do you seek?"
Juliana Jacobs smiled faintly, "The death of Isabelle Sinclair brought me much controversy. I came here today intending to hold a press conference to clarify a few matters."
Without hesitation, Sebastian Sinclair nodded, "Alright, feel free to proceed."
Mrs. Sinclair wanted to say something but was stopped by his raised hand.
Raine Kane promptly removed the assassin’s body, and the Sinclair Family’s bodyguards quickly cleared the scene.
Two minutes later, Zachary York ushered in the waiting media reporters from outside.
Florence Sinclair only then realized she was dressed fully in black today, not truly mourning Isabelle Sinclair.
Her purpose was to hold a press conference at Isabelle Sinclair’s funeral; this attire was indeed her best stage costume.
Juliana Jacobs, wearing a black silk mask, with a somber expression and mournful eyes, faced the camera and said, "Although some of Isabelle Sinclair’s actions during her lifetime, including illegal drug transactions, drugging others, intentional harm, and orchestrating her own kidnapping, left her reputation profoundly complex, I still mourn her passing."
Hearing this, Mrs. Sinclair turned pale.
This wasn’t mourning; it was a recounting of Isabelle Sinclair’s offenses! With so many misdeeds exposed, the Sinclair Family would undoubtedly be criticized for poor parenting.
"However, the rumor that ’she was driven to death by me’ is utterly absurd. I’m just an ordinary researcher. Perhaps the only difference is my team’s work on technology with profound potential to impact the future. Because of this, I recently faced many inexplicable troubles."
A keen reporter interjected, "Are you suggesting that someone attempted to obtain the ’Genesis’ technology through improper means?"
Juliana Jacobs offered a vague smile, choosing not to respond, but solemnly declared, "I do not believe Isabelle Sinclair committed suicide! I hereby offer a reward of ten million dollars for any clues regarding Isabelle Sinclair’s death. Simultaneously, my legal team has filed a request with the prosecutor’s office to initiate an independent investigation to uncover the truth and clear my name!"
While Juliana Jacobs held the press conference, an anonymous email listing doubts about Isabelle Sinclair’s death was sent to the head of the investigation team.
This brief press conference concluded under the moderation of Zachary York.
The clamorous funeral hall returned to silence, and no one remembered that there was still a deceased person there.
Juliana Jacobs looked at Sebastian Sinclair, slightly bowed her head, "Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, for lending me the space."
Sebastian Sinclair gazed at her affectionately, "As long as you’re not wronged."
Elias Langley looked at the sky outside, draped a coat over Juliana Jacobs, and prepared to escort her away.
Old Mr. Sinclair, still upset, called after them, "Are you just going to leave after disturbing Isabelle’s peace?"
Juliana Jacobs paused, glanced back at him, and said lightly, "Relax, if you die, I promise not to visit, allowing you to go to hell quietly."
With that, she and Elias Langley continued to leave.
Old Mr. Sinclair fumed, "Sebastian, look at them... it’s outrageous."
Sebastian Sinclair responded nonchalantly, "If Father throws a massive funeral for an ill-behaved adopted daughter and even hires an assassin as a priest, it will make us the laughingstock of the city."
"You..."
The sharpness of his sudden remark left Old Mr. Sinclair speechless.
"If you want to play head of the family, go to the second son’s house. You gave him everything during the division of property. Now they are all well-fed thanks to you. It wouldn’t be excessive for them to call you an ancestor."
Old Mr. Sinclair’s blood pressure skyrocketed at these words, causing him to slump heavily into the chair.
"Sebastian! Father has high blood pressure, please say no more!"
Mrs. Sinclair rushed to check on Old Mr. Sinclair.
However, Sebastian Sinclair suddenly leaned weakly back into his wheelchair, his breathing faint.
"I was wrong... I’m a patient, prone to emotional instability, please bear with me, dear."
Seeing this, Mrs. Sinclair immediately left Old Mr. Sinclair to calm Sebastian Sinclair.
Florence Sinclair, standing to the side, was already drenched in a cold sweat.
Juliana Jacobs’ actions today were clearly aimed at Sean Paxton.
Isabelle Sinclair was the pawn Sean Paxton discarded with his own hands. Now, she publicly offers a reward demanding an investigation, every step seemingly a declaration of war against Sean Paxton.
Thinking about her intertwined fate with Sean Paxton, Florence was eager to know how Sean would retaliate.
