Chapter 237 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

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“…” She was speechless. No one had ever tasted other people’s. medicine just to know how bitter it was. Besides, it was medicine for women.

Even though there was only a little bit left and it would not hurt him, but… Uh, he was a little careless in doing so.

“Why don’t you have a piece of candy to keep the bitterness down?” she asked while still sucking on the candy in her mouth.

“Sure,” he answered. However, instead of taking the candy on the plate, he leaned over to her. His hand grabbed the back of her head while his handsome face leaned close to her.

“You…” She had just opened her mouth when his kiss fell on her lips.

All of a sudden, she could feel him prying his way inside her mouth. It was as if he wanted to rob her of everything…

His kiss was lingering and domineering, making her almost breathless. The bitterness was mixed with sweetness, and it was evident by the end of the kiss that she could not tell what was the taste in her mouth.

When the kiss was over, hand was still on the back of her head. She could not look away.

“It’s sweet!” His extremely beautiful and amorous eyes gazed at her while his thin lips whispered these words as if they were teasing her heart. His eyes glistened with longing for her.

Grace only felt that her mind was in turmoil at that moment. It was as if she had been bewitched by him.

Grace got on the phone with her grandmother, and after setting the time and date she would visit her, she decided to buy something for her.

Her grandmother had been discharged from the hospital. According to her, since her health was the same regardless if she was hospitalized or not, she might as well save a few bucks and rest at home.

Grace knew that her grandmother was worried about spending too much money on the hospital bills. Although her grandmother could take her medicine on time, the nurses at the hospital would take good care of her, and thus, it would be better for her health. However, her first uncle, second uncle, and third aunt would not be pleased.

Plus, could her grandmother be well taken care of at home?

She also learned from the doctor about her grandmother’s sickness. She knew that she needed a long rest.

‘I’ll just wait and see what happens after I meet Grandma,’ thought Grace.

Jason had already gone to work. Grace woke up to find a bank card on her bedside table with a note saying, ‘Keep it on you and use it if you need anything!

His simple and strong handwriting was pleasing to the eye.

If it had been in the past, Grace would have given the bank card back to Jason, but she thought differently now.

The reason she would keep the card was not because of how much money it had. It was because she knew he was showing concern for her.

Although she still believed that a woman needed to be independent and strong without relying on others easily, but… Once in a while, when she was tired, she still wished she could have someone to lean on.

Jason was probably that someone.

After finishing her breakfast and medicine, Grace was going to buy a gift for her grandmother.

“Where do you want to go, Miss Cummins? I’ll ask the driver to take you,” said the butler.

“It’s fine, I’ll just take the bus,” said Grace, not wanting to bother the driver.

“Let the driver take you, or Young Master Reed will blame me for not taking good care of you,” said the butler.

Grace hesitated and nodded yes, not wanting to give the butler a hard time.

Grace had the driver drive her to a mall downtown.

She wanted to buy something suitable for her grandmother to eat and wear. The mall’s lower floors were full of restaurants and eateries, so Grace went there first.

She looked at the cakes and pastries and chose a dessert that was suitable for people with high blood sugar. It was a bit expensive, but Grace bought it anyway after remembering that her grandmother’s blood sugar level would sometimes get too high.

After paying for the pastries, she walked up the escalator with it in hand.

When she reached the second floor, someone suddenly walked up to her. Before she could even see who it was, she was slapped hard in the face.

Grace’s whole body staggered and she nearly fell to the floor. She steadied herself, but the pastry case she was holding had fallen to the floor.

“I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but it really is you.

You’re out of prison now? You even came to the mall to shop?” That person’s voice rang in Grace’s ears.

Grace clutched her cheek and stared blankly at the irate lady in front of her.

She remembered this face!

It was the same woman who had come up to her when she was in court and slapped her so hard that she cracked the corners of her mouth. Her face remained swollen for days.

The bailiff standing next to her did not even try to stop the woman. It was as if he had deliberately set aside time for the woman to hit her.

This woman was Jennifer Atkinson’s mother… Mrs. Atkinson, Camelia Meyer.

Did this woman hit her because she was from the Atkinson family? She, however, had no background and was even a loser who got kicked out by the Stevens family.

Now that she was out of prison, the same woman slapped her face again. Then, as if one slap was not enough, the woman’s hand was about to strike again.

Almost subconsciously, Grace raised her hand and grabbed the woman’s hand that was about to hit her.

“I’ve never harmed anyone!” said Grace as she stared at her coldly.

“You have the cheek to say you’ve never harmed anyone when the court has already found you guilty. Three years… Hmph! You’ve only been in prison for three years. In my opinion, you ought to be in prison for life!” said Camelia Meyer who looked furious. She raised her other hand, trying to slap Grace again.

Grace could only block her with her other hand. “Are there no wrongful convictions in court? Listen here, I don’t owe you anything, and you have no right to hit me!”

“Rights?” Another middle-aged male voice chimed in. “What qualifies someone like you to talk about rights?”

Grace stiffened as she looked up at the man walking over. It was… Jennifer Atkinson’s father, Harold.

Jason was not the only one she had nightmares about. There was Harold as well.

Harold was accompanied by several security guards.

Harold said coldly to his bodyguards, “Go and help the madam before this crazy woman hits her.”

The bodyguards hurried forward and pulled Grace and

Camelia Meyer apart.

“Seriously, aren’t you afraid of embarra**ing yourself in a place like this!” said Harold.

Camelia Meyer angrily said, “I saw her and got so angry. Tell me, does what she just said sound something like what a human would say? She killed Jennifer but is saying that she never harmed anyone!”

Harold stared sharply at Grace. “You got out. Whether it was a wrongful conviction is a matter for the court to decide, but when you talk about rights…”

Harold’s eyes glistened with disdain as if he was looking at an ant he could crush. “You’re not qualified to talk about rights in front of me.”

With that, he said to the security guard beside him, “Kick the woman out and send her picture to the mall’s security and management. This woman is not allowed to enter the mall again.”

The security guard responded, and Grace was forced out by the man on her right and left.

“My… My things are still on the ground.” Since he could say something like this, it meant that the mall was owned by the

Alkinson family, or at least, the Alkinson family was one of its major shareholders that was why they could order the security guards around.

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