Chapter 533 A Bit of Regret
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Jean let out a helpless little smile, her voice growing softer. “She’s like a ghost that won’t go away… Maybe <b>I </b>just get under her skin…”
“Did she do anything else?” Before anyone else in the Ginger family could speak, Winston was the first to ask.
His brow was furrowed, a faint chill in his expression. His voice was serious but not harsh, there was even a trace of gentleness to it. “Has she bullied you in any other way?”
Jean had mentioned to him once, in the little grove near campus, that a female ssmate had deliberately tripped her.
She’d told him the girl’s name was Sarah.
Afterward, he’d looked into this Sarah.
Her background waspletely ordinary–just a girl from some poor, remote town.
Of course, the only reason she’d gotten into Sterford Academy was her ster academic record.
Based on the file alone, no one would suspect anything.
<i>She </i><i>seemed </i><i>smart </i><i>and </i><i>clear</i><i>–</i><i>headed</i>. <i>So </i>why <i>the </i><i>heck </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>she </i>think <i>straight</i><i>? </i><i>She </i><i>actually </i><i>dared </i>toy a hand on my sister… Winston had made up his mind to teach her a lesson.
Sarah often stayedte at the library, studying until almost midnight. Afterward, she’d take a narrow path back to the dorm.
Winston had someone wait for her along that path.
The n had been <i>to </i>scare her–just a warning. But when Sarah saw the figure in ck suddenly rush out, she instinctively stepped back, lost her bnce, and fell hard onto the uneven gravel.
Her leg got scraped up badly.
No broken bones, but the gashes were deep and bloody, that hadn’t been Winston’s intention.
<i>But </i><i>maybe </i><i>this </i>was <i>karma</i>, <i>payback </i><i>for </i>what <i>she </i><i>did </i><i>to </i><i>Jean</i>. <i>Maybe </i><i>that’s </i>what <i>people </i><i>meant </i><i>by </i>serves <i>you </i><i>right</i><i>. </i>
Even though she got hurt, the man in ck still delivered Winston’s message to her, word for word, “Stop going after Jean. Or this would just be the beginning.”
If she didn’t believe it, she could try him–he’d destroy her.
And now, sitting here, Winston couldn’t help feeling a bit of regret.
Clearly, Sarah hadn’t listened, she was still targeting Jean.
He’d gone too easy on her the first time. <i>If </i><i>I’d </i><i>known </i><i>this </i><i>would </i><i>happen</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>would’ve </i><i>made </i><i>sure </i><i>she’d </i><i>never </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>problem </i><i>again</i><i>. </i>
But, he couldn’t deny a strange curiosity about her. <i>Was </i><i>this </i><i>girl </i><i>really </i><i>not </i><i>afraid </i><i>at </i><i>all</i><i>? </i>
No remorse. Charging forward like a bull until she hit a wall…
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<b>“</b><b>No</b><b>, </b>that’s all,” Jean said, shaking her head, honest and calm. “Other than that, she doesn’t <b>talk to </b><b>me</b>. <b>We </b>don’t really have much interaction.<b>” </b>
Winston rxed slightly at that, then shared the story of how he’d already warned Sarah.
Sienna raised her brows in surprise. “So you knew about this all along? Your sister’s been suffering <b>like </b><b>this</b>, and you didn’t say a word to the rest of us…”
“I didn’t think it was that serious at the time…” Jean murmured, pressing her lips together. Her eyes <b>were </b>still dark,ced with a fragile kind of sorrow. “There was no need to get you all involved.”
“Who would’ve thought…” Jean raised a hand to cover her eyes. The small, vulnerable motion made <b>the </b>people in front of her ache with sympathy. “I really ran into something I can’t handle.”
Samuel couldn’t help reaching out and resting his hand gently over hers. His eyes shimmered with a soft, protective light. “Jean, don’t be afraid. Just leave this to us.”
Ever since her major personality shift a few years back, Jean had be fiercely independent–she liked solving problems on her own.
That was one of the things the Ginger family admired most about her.
She never acted spoiled, never relied on being favored, always handled things herself.
This was one of the rare times…
They saw Jean show real vulnerability–hesitation, uncertainty, even helplessness.
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