novelraw Chapter 548: Such People Are Just Used to Being High and Mighty_1
Chapter 548: Such People Are Just Used to Being High and Mighty_1
"In any case, we can only take one step at a time. Let’s go apologize to the Cagwin family first, and then see if the other side is willing to let it go at that. If not, we’ll have to think of another solution..."
"..." Ivy Wilmar said nothing anymore, her face as white as paper, clutching the thing Myles Sullivan had given her, her throat clogged with cotton, not able to utter a single word.
If she hadn’t seen this document, she would have had the arrogant confidence to confront Nathalie Quinlan, even if it meant both sides were destroyed, she was determined to teach Nathalie a lesson.
But now she could see clearly, the other party held her younger brother’s weakness, a weakness that was significant enough to keep Jecksen Wilmar down for life. And they made it very clear that if they apologized now and showed the right attitude, Jecksen might only be locked up for three to five years. If they continued to dispute and brought up the issue of Nathalie hitting someone, Jecksen might never get out.
Ivy Wilmar gritted her teeth with hatred but felt utterly helpless.
She could continue to make a fuss, but even if the court found Nathalie guilty of hitting Jecksen for no reason, the hospital’s assessment was that Jecksen only had minor injuries.
Nathalie had just turned 18 and was still a student.
Under these circumstances, the court wouldn’t impose a severe sentence.
At most, Nathalie would face civil compensation and spend a few days in detention, receiving some verbal education from the police, and that would be the end of it.
Her younger brother Jecksen, however, would pay a severe price.
She couldn’t afford to lose her temper, even if she hated Nathalie so much she could almost crush her teeth, she wouldn’t dare risk her younger brother’s lifetime over it!
Myles Sullivan understood her personality well, knowing she was born into a prominent family and had an easy life for most of her years, accustomed to looking down on people and handling matters with haughtiness, and never having suffered a loss before. It was precisely because he knew his wife’s character that he turned his attention back to her and with a serious expression said, "Ivy, this is Jecksen’s last chance. When we meet Freddy Cagwin later, you must pay attention to your attitude. Don’t exacerbate the situation any further. If this continues, the only one who will suffer is Jecksen. He’s still young. Do you want him to spend the rest of his life in prison?"
Ivy Wilmar’s face turned pale: "..."
"Ah, actually, Nathalie is not a stranger. Didn’t you use to like her a lot? It’s wrong of her to have hit Jecksen, but you should not have been so impulsive as to immediately have his student status revoked from Dongshan. You should have asked her why she hit someone. She’s not the kind of child who causes trouble for no reason..."
He spoke as if it were easy, but in reality, after the incident occurred, he had never intended to concern himself with why Nathalie had struck out.
He and Ivy Wilmar shared the same thought; hitting someone was hitting someone, there were no reasons or excuses.
If Nathalie had indeed hit Jecksen, she would certainly have to pay an appropriate price.
As for what Jecksen had done, it didn’t matter.
Some people are born different from ordinary people; even if they do something wrong, it can be chalked up to youthful folly, to not knowing any better. If it happens to you, it’s just bad luck on your part, and it’s pointless to argue; to do so is like an egg striking a rock, not knowing what’s what!
When Jecksen used to swagger around Beijing, creating messes, they often had to clean up after him; that was the mindset they held.
As a result, they handled the trouble Jecksen had caused this time according to their old habits.
But who knew that this time they’d kick an iron plate!
They were hurt!
Myles Sullivan’s expression was cold and stern, his eyes sharp and revealing, filled with a businessman’s sense of loss and gain, with little sentiment involved.
"This time we kicked an iron plate, next time we’ll have to be more cautious."