Chapter 10

Returning to the villa, Helen breathed a sigh of relief. Too many things had happened that she didn't even have the time to react to. While sitting in the car just now, she observed Chandler through the front view mirror. As it was dark inside, she couldn't see his expression. She thought a lot along the way but still couldn't figure out why he suddenly took action. Based on his character, he should be a bystander. Was he a good man who didn't judge her by her appearance? Without thinking much, she went back to the room and changed out of her dress. She deliberately put on a set of tacky pajamas and walked into his study. There was a stack of documents and a few scattered photos on his desk. "Here is your coat. Thanks for your help just now." Chandler glanced at Helen and said, "You don't need to return it." She replied, "If you think it's dirty, I can send it to the laundry." He looked at her and emphasized, "I don't want it anymore." Her expression darkened, and she sneered. "Don't want it? Then I'll throw it away." After saying that, she threw his coat into the trash can. Then, she glanced at him. He still sat on the sofa, reading the documents without saying anything. His reaction dampened her mood. Originally, she planned to clean his coat and thank him again while returning it. It seemed that her gratitude was superfluous. She turned to leave but found Jenson standing at the door motionlessly. "Stand aside," she said rudely. He saw the coat in the trash can and angrily asked, "Did you throw it away?" Faced with his inexplicable question, she nodded. But he instantly became furious. "You're indeed a country bumpkin! You just imitated Margaret's dressing style, didn't you? "Don't make me laugh! Don't you know you're ugly? Even if you wear the best clothes, it's useless! "Chandler rescued you, but you threw his coat! Do you know how much it cost? You must pay for it!" After the incident, Helen felt so tired that she didn't want to argue with Jenson. But he kept calling her country bumpkin, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She pushed him away, took out a stack of checks from her room, and gave one to him. "Here you go! It should be enough." He took the check and looked at it repeatedly. "Is your check real?" Helen was speechless. Jenson seemed to have come to a realization and said with a wicked smile, "You don't need to pay. I'll let you go after you apologize to Chandler." If anyone dared to talk to her like this before, she would just throw the check in his face. But now, her identity was an ordinary country bumpkin. So, she just rolled her eyes at him. "I wasn't wrong. Why should I apologize?" He yelled, "Helen Spencer! Stop embarrassing yourself! Apologize to Chandler!" ... Meanwhile, Esmond was alarmed by Jenson's yelling and walked out of the room. "Apologize? Why apologize?" Helen knew that Esmond and Milton were friends, so she didn't want to make the matter a big deal. "Mr. Newton Senior, it's nothing. Just a misunderstanding." Jenson thought she was hiding something and said, "Grandpa, this country bumpkin threw Chandler's coat! I've given her a chance to apologize, but she refused it! " "You brat! You're so rude!" Esmond hit him fiercely. He groaned in pain and turned to glare at Helen. She wasn't afraid of him as she did nothing wrong. So, she glared back at him. "Helen, what is going on?" Esmond asked her softly.