Filed to story: A Little Princess's Journey from Darkness to Light Novel
Jonas refused without hesitation, saying, “Just solve it for me.”
Lilly had already warned him, so why did he allow that incident to occur?
It felt like a cliche from a movie. The main character warned the supporting character not to go out, but the supporting character insisted and ended up dying.
There was no way he was going to leave the house. He would rather starve than step outside.
It felt as if he were starring in a horror movie!
Outside the Crawford Mansion, the parents of the girl who jumped off the building were crying and rolling on the ground.
“My child… you’ll pay for my child…”
“The wealthy are heartless and don’t care about the life of a poor child!”
Apart from the girl’s parents, there were also relatives of their family shouting.
Jack came out and furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry for your loss. But this incident has nothing to do with the Crawford family, please leave!”
The girl’s family was taken aback, “What do you mean? You killed our child, and you’re just going to sit there and do nothing about it?”
Others also exclaimed, “Don’t you have any compassion?”
“What do you mean it has nothing to do with
you? Isn’t that unreasonable?”
Jack remained calm and analyzed the situation.
“May I ask, has your child ever contacted anyone in our family?”
The girl’s parents remained silent.
That meant she had not done so.
They searched through her diary, phone, and social media, but they could not find any communication with Jonas, not even a reply from the official support team.
Jonas was a star, how could an ordinary person contact him?
“But my daughter died because of Jonas!” the father of the girl who jumped off the building gritted his teeth with grief and indignation on his face.
Jack looked at him and asked, “Excuse me, did Mr. Crawford tell her to jump off a building? Did she call Mr. Crawford before jumping?”
The girl’s parents were silent.
If she did not have his contact, how could she interact with Jonas? Their accusations were baseless.
Jack asked again, “None? Has she met with Mr. Crawford? Did she interact with him?”
The girl’s parents were speechless again.
Jack sneered, “They didn’t even interact online or know each other in real life. How could our family be responsible for your child’s death?”
If she fell and died on the road, should they blame the municipal government?
If she drowned in the river, should they blame the water for not flowing in the other direction?
If she choked to death, should they blame the farmer for growing the crops?
These words may sound indifferent, but when dealing with shameless troublemakers, hesitation or backing down would only invite more harm.
The girl’s father smashed the mineral water bottle in his hand and said loudly, “What’s the use of talking so much? My child is already dead! It’s not your child who died, don’t your children know about it?”
The mention of “your children” immediately made Jack’s eyes turn cold.
The group of relatives chattered, “You just want to escape responsibility,”
“If our child hadn’t been obsessed with celebrities, would she have been obsessed with ghosts? If it hadn’t been for Mr. Crawford posting those photos and videos online all day long, would she have been obsessed with ghosts? If she wasn’t obsessed with ghosts, would she have jumped off a building?”
“Yes, yes, it is your responsibility!”
“Tell Jonas to come out! How can he seduce people and not take responsibility when something happens? What a coward!”
The girl’s relatives got angry and started throwing things, smashing flower pots and decorations at the Crawford Mansion.
In the room, Jonas looked at the security system to check what was happening at the door and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
How did his family’s address get leaked? How did they find the Crawford Mansion?
Jonas massaged his temple, unable to figure out why.
He was certain that he had never disclosed his address to anyone. He even wrote his apartment’s address in his contracts.
Jonas called Anthony, but Anthony simply said “Alright” and hung up.
Jonas thought, “You have three seconds. Do you dare to stay here any longer?”
At the Crawford Mansion’s gate, Jack took out his phone and called the police.
“Hello, 911? A group of thugs came to our house to cause trouble and smashed a flower pot worth 5 million dollars, a hanger worth 4 million dollars, and a rose worth 6 million dollars at our door.”
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Jack glanced and said, “There is also a pot of Sri Lankan cactus flowers worth 10 million, and they are about to smash it.”
A man wanted to smash the cactus but put it down with a look of disbelief.
Is this cactus really worth 10 million?
Cacti were everywhere, and they had never seen a cactus worth more than a thousand dollars!
Everyone was angry, but they did not dare to smash it.
They had enough of bullying and exposing their address all at once, inviting more trouble.
Let’s see if they’re afraid!
Jack hung up the phone and immediately made another call.
“Hey, is this Mr. Sims? Someone leaked our address, and he sold it to 17 people. If I remember correctly, this constitutes a crime of infringement of personal information, right? Well, sue him for me. Our family is not short of money!”
“Has it caused any financial losses? Yes, it has caused our family to lose 5 million dollars from the broken flower pots, 4 million dollars from the damaged hanging racks, and 6 million dollars for the destruction of roses, totaling 15 million dollars.”
“Sentence? Three to seven years? There are five underage children in our family. They threatened the safety of our five children. We dare not send our children to school, which seriously hampers their growth… So, please sue him for more than seven years!”
The troublemakers were silent.
They were on the verge of exploding. How could they not send their children to school? He was lying!
“You…” the girl’s father said angrily, “Are you threatening us?”
Jack hung up the phone and asked blankly, “I don’t mean to threaten you, I’m just stating the truth! Do you have anything else to add?”
What a joke. He must have some plans up his sleeve to be the Crawford family’s butler.
Jack looked coldly at the group of troublemakers.
They were silent.
The girl’s mother passed out on the spot and yelled, “Oh, my Kelly died so tragically!”
“God isn’t fair… He took someone’s life…”
