Chapter 550
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Linsey’s heart sank. She had thought Jeffery was at least more reasonable than Carol.
But in the end, he was just as blind. As long as it involved Carol, he would always take her side—no questions asked.
A bitter smile tugged at Linsey’s lips.
Of course, he would protect his sister. That was natural.
So why did it hurt so much?
Jeffery remained firm, his hand still outstretched. “I’ll explain everything to the guests tonight and clear up this misunderstanding.”
His tone left no room for argument—he wasn’t letting them leave without the USB drive.
Millie’s anger flared.
Why should she hand over the evidence to him?
She sucked in a deep breath, ready to lash out, but before she could, Linsey calmly rolled up her sleeve.
The moment her arm was exposed, the air around them seemed to freeze.
“Mr. Lawson, tell me—how do you plan to explain these injuries?”
Millie gasped, her voice trembling with shock. “Linsey… What happened to your hand?”
She instinctively reached out, wanting to touch Linsey’s wounds, but hesitated, afraid of making the pain worse.
The injuries weren’t just deep, raw cuts across the back of her hand.
Her wrist was swollen and badly bruised, clearly sprained.
Jeffery’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he stared at Linsey in disbelief. His voice was low and heavy. “What are you saying? Are you implying that these wounds are…?”
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Before he could finish, Linsey’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. Her clear eyes locked onto Jeffery’s. “Mr. Lawson, you already know the answer, don’t you?” Her tone was steady, unwavering. “That’s right. Carol did this to me. She pushed me down, spraining my wrist and ankle. My shoulder slammed into the metal shelves in the storage room.”
Jeffery’s brows furrowed deeply. His lips parted slightly, but Linsey didn’t give him a chance to speak.
“And when I fell, I couldn’t move my hand because of the sprain. Carol then stomped on it with her high heel. That’s why it looks like this now.”
“You’re lying!” Jeffery’s fists clenched tightly.
Linsey didn’t falter. She met his gaze head-on, her words carrying the weight of undeniable truth. “Believe me or don’t—it doesn’t change what happened. Carol knows the truth better than anyone. If you can’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll take my medical report to the police and file a complaint against her.”
Millie had been silent, but as Linsey spoke, her expression turned pained.
Carol had really done this? How could someone be so cruel?
What kind of hatred could drive a person to hurt someone like this?
Jeffery fell silent, momentarily thrown off balance. His gaze lingered on the injuries marking Linsey’s hand, his expression unreadable, shadowed by something intangible. For a fleeting second, he considered offering some kind of reassurance. But the thought of Carol snapped him back to reality.
His face remained void of emotion as he addressed Linsey in a composed tone. “Ms. Brooks, you have two options.”
Linsey’s brows knitted together, a flicker of disbelief flashing in her eyes. From the way he spoke, it was obvious—he still refused to accept the truth. And just as she expected, he continued, “I’ll write you a check for $5 million. Take it and walk away. Pretend none of this ever happened. The moment you accept the offer, I trust you understand the value of discretion. Or stand your ground—go back inside, clear your name, accuse whoever you wish, even involve the authorities if that’s what you want. I won’t interfere.”
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