Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 5

Janice's hand that held her work was shaking. "You touched my things without my permission. Why is it my fault now?"

"Why are you making a fuss?" Sarah questioned, knowing that Helena would back her up. "Those were just rags. There are many seamstresses in my brother's company.

"They can easily make you another one! As expected from someone born in a poor family—you're so petty!"

Just then, Amelia said, "Janice, don't be mad. I know you're in a bad mood because of me. But you shouldn't lash out at Mrs. Fitzgerald because of some unwanted things.

"We'll just pay you back. There are six pieces of work. Ten thousand dollars should be enough, right?"

"Don't give her the money!" Helena quickly stopped Amelia. "Were those pieces of rubbish worth 10,000 dollars?"

"Six pieces of work?" Janice immediately rummaged through the box.

As expected, she found that five pieces of work, which were almost done, were cut by scissors. All of them had been cut.

Amelia squatted down and smiled. "I thought you didn't want them. The patterns looked nice, so I thought of cutting them out to decorate the vase. Since you know how to crochet, I'll pay you to make them again."

Janice looked up gradually, her eyes bloodshot. "Get lost."

"What did you say? You actually—" Helena was about to curse.

"I'm telling all of you to get lost!"

Helena was so frightened to see Janice losing her rag that she didn't even know how to react. It might have been because Janice rarely lost her temper.

"What's wrong?" Simon heard the noise and came out of the study.

He could tell what had happened when he saw Janice squatting down and the damaged crochet works scattered around.

"Simon, it was my fault. I thought Janice didn't want all this, so I cut a few patterns out. Sarah thought she didn't need these, too, so she pulled out a few threads.

"I didn't expect Janice to be so furious and tell me to get lost. It… It'd be better if I left. I don't want to bring you guys any trouble," Amelia said, about to burst into tears.

Simon frowned. "You didn't do this on purpose. It wasn't your fault since you didn't know. You're not familiar with Greenfield City, either. Where else can you go? Just stay here."

"Simon, my works were ruined like this. Are you going to let things slide like this?" Janice stood up while holding the silk fabric.

"What do you want then? They were already cut and torn."

Janice was torn between the anger and guilt she felt for the Fitzgerald family. She gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. "Don't you need to apologize?"

"Sarah, apologize," Simon ordered.

Sarah was reluctant to apologize, but since Simon was pressuring her, she said with a grim expression, "I'm sorry. Is that enough?"

When she walked past, she deliberately stepped on Janice's destroyed crochet and mumbled, "What kind of rubbish is this?"

Janice cast her gaze upon Amelia. "And you."

"Janice, you'd better not go too far." Simon furrowed his brows.