Chapter 5

Janice's hand that held her work was shaking. "You touched my things without my permission. Why is it my fault now?" "Why are you making a fuss?" Sarah questioned, knowing that Helena would back her up. "Those were just rags. There are many seamstresses in my brother's company. "They can easily make you another one! As expected from someone born in a poor family—you're so petty!" Just then, Amelia said, "Janice, don't be mad. I know you're in a bad mood because of me. But you shouldn't lash out at Mrs. Fitzgerald because of some unwanted things. "We'll just pay you back. There are six pieces of work. Ten thousand dollars should be enough, right?" "Don't give her the money!" Helena quickly stopped Amelia. "Were those pieces of rubbish worth 10,000 dollars?" "Six pieces of work?" Janice immediately rummaged through the box. As expected, she found that five pieces of work, which were almost done, were cut by scissors. All of them had been cut. Amelia squatted down and smiled. "I thought you didn't want them. The patterns looked nice, so I thought of cutting them out to decorate the vase. Since you know how to crochet, I'll pay you to make them again." Janice looked up gradually, her eyes bloodshot. "Get lost." "What did you say? You actually—" Helena was about to curse. "I'm telling all of you to get lost!" Helena was so frightened to see Janice losing her rag that she didn't even know how to react. It might have been because Janice rarely lost her temper. "What's wrong?" Simon heard the noise and came out of the study. He could tell what had happened when he saw Janice squatting down and the damaged crochet works scattered around. "Simon, it was my fault. I thought Janice didn't want all this, so I cut a few patterns out. Sarah thought she didn't need these, too, so she pulled out a few threads. "I didn't expect Janice to be so furious and tell me to get lost. It… It'd be better if I left. I don't want to bring you guys any trouble," Amelia said, about to burst into tears. Simon frowned. "You didn't do this on purpose. It wasn't your fault since you didn't know. You're not familiar with Greenfield City, either. Where else can you go? Just stay here." "Simon, my works were ruined like this. Are you going to let things slide like this?" Janice stood up while holding the silk fabric. "What do you want then? They were already cut and torn." Janice was torn between the anger and guilt she felt for the Fitzgerald family. She gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. "Don't you need to apologize?" "Sarah, apologize," Simon ordered. Sarah was reluctant to apologize, but since Simon was pressuring her, she said with a grim expression, "I'm sorry. Is that enough?" When she walked past, she deliberately stepped on Janice's destroyed crochet and mumbled, "What kind of rubbish is this?" Janice cast her gaze upon Amelia. "And you." "Janice, you'd better not go too far." Simon furrowed his brows. "Am I going too far?" Janice held the cut fabric and saw the three standing at one side. Meanwhile, she was alone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She choked up as she said, "Simon, are you blind? They destroyed my things!" "Amy is sick. Are you going to pick on a sick person? So what if she apologized? These things won't return to their original states. "Your works aren't that precious, and they can't win any prizes. What's there to feel sorry for? If you want something that's exactly the same, just have the seamstresses from the factory make them for you." Simon turned around impatiently. "Amy, go get some rest. You don't have to blame yourself. It wasn't your fault." "Forget it. Simon, I've brought you trouble being here. Staying at someone else's home—" "Someone else's home?" "Isn't this Janice's house?" Simon fell silent for a moment before he said coldly, "The name on the certificate of title is my name." At that moment, Janice's heart sank. What did Simon mean by that? Was this not her house, then? "I see." Amelia smiled happily. "In that case, I'd feel more comfortable staying here. Janice was so mad just now that she told me to leave. I actually felt bad staying here." "Only I have the right to make you leave. No one else can." Simon patted her shoulder. "Go get some rest." Helena stared at Janice, who stood rooted to the spot and sneered. "Janice, you should know your place. You'd better not think that you can live a good life after following my son for years!" With that, Helena returned to the room as though she had claimed victory. "Janice, now you should—" Simon was about to start lecturing her. However, Janice refused to listen to him. She carried the box and walked out. "Janice, what are you making a fuss about?" Simon had made such a big gesture that the box fell, and all the things inside spilled out. Janice couldn't be bothered to care about the damaged and useless rubbish. The man before her was obviously impatient and furious. Why was he mad? What right did he have to be mad at her? Janice couldn't fathom why Simon seemed to have changed. Could it be that she had never seen his true colors? However, Simon went ahead and chided, "When did you become so disobedient? Are you leaving because you're mad? Who did you learn this bad habit from?" He never thought he was the problem. Instead, he thought Janice's temper had gotten worse after knowing other business owners. Hence, he had been making a fuss over little things. Janice smiled at his words, but Simon found her smile strange. Janice had always been gentle to him and had never been this emotional for the past seven years. Janice recounted softly, "Amelia became the bride of the wedding I worked hard to prepare. The two of you made me the laughingstock of Greenfield City. This happened because you've been indulging her. "The evening gown left by my mom was damaged by Amelia because of you. She stayed in my bedroom without my permission because of your indulgence. They didn't ask me anything and ruined my work when I was away because of your indulgence!" Then, she grinned and questioned, "You actually have the guts to ask me what I'm fussing about? Are you really blind, Simon? Or was it impossible for me to repay everything because my family owes your family a life?"